Priljubljene svetopisemske vrstice iz Nahum 3

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Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without victims!

Nothing can heal you; your wound is fatal. All who hear the news about you clap their hands at your fall, for who has not felt your endless cruelty?

All who see you will flee from you and say, ‘Nineveh is in ruins—who will mourn for her?’ Where can I find anyone to comfort you?”