NAH

The city of Ninevah, now modern-day Mosul in Iraq, was the capital of the same Assyrian Empire that piece-parted out ten tribes of the children of Israel and made them go down the memory hole. Now it was Ninevah’s turn and the prophet Nahum could barely conceal his glee as he ran through the litany of all the bad shit that was about to befall the city. It was everything Jonah wanted to say, only better. Or worse, if you were a Ninevahite.

Stripped down to basics, it runs like this:

Our God is one who takes revenge, and now he is furious. God will take vengeance on his adversaries, and he reserves wrath for his enemies. He will not acquit the wicked. God hurls the whirlwind and in the storm, and clouds are the dust of his feet. He rebukes the sea, and makes it dry. He dries up all the rivers. The mountains quake at him, the hills melt, and the earth is burned in his presence, along with all those dwell in it. Who can stand before his indignation? His fury pours out like fire, and the rocks of the mountains are thrown down by him. With an overrunning flood he will make an utter end of Ninevah, and darkness shall pursue his enemies. He will make an utter end: affliction from that city shall not rise up the second time. He that dashes to pieces shall come upon you! The gates of the rivers shall be opened and the palace shall be dissolved. Woe to the bloody city! Now it is all full of lies and robbery. All shall flee from there and say Nineveh is laid waste. The fire shall devour it, the sword shall cut it off. The nobles of the city shall dwell in the dust and the people shall be scattered into the mountains. There is no healing of this bruise, for the wickedness of the city oppressed all without cease.