Oblíbené biblické verše z Nahum 3

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Woe to the bloody city, all full of lies and booty— no end to the plunder!

There is no assuaging your hurt, your wound is grievous. All who hear the news of you clap their hands over you. For upon whom has not come your unceasing evil?

And all who look on you will shrink from you and say, Wasted is Nineveh; who will bemoan her? whence shall I seek comforters for her?