Nahúm 3

Ta fracture est sans remède, ta plaie mauvaise. Tous ceux à qui arrivera le bruit de ton sort battront des mains à ton sujet. Car sur qui n'a pas passé ta malice continuellement ?

No hay cura para tu quebradura; tu herida se encrudeció: todos los que oyeron tu fama, batirán las manos sobre ti, porque ¿sobre quién no pasó continuamente tu malicia?

There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?

There is no healing your wound, for your injury is fatal. All who hear the report of you clap their hands over you, for who hasn’t felt your endless cruelty?