Папулярныя біблейскія вершы з Nahum 3

Падзяліцца

Doom, city of bloodshed—all deceit, full of plunder: prey cannot get away.

There is no remedy for your injury; your wound is grievous. All who hear the news about you clap their hands over you. Who has not suffered from your continual cruelty?

Then all who look at you will recoil from you and say, “Nineveh has been devastated! Who will lament for her?” Where could I possibly seek comforters for you?