Nahum 3:15–17

There the fire will consume you;

the sword will cut you down—

they will devour you like a swarm of locusts.

Multiply like grasshoppers,

multiply like locusts!

You have increased the number of your merchants

till they are more numerous than the stars in the sky,

but like locusts they strip the land

and then fly away.

Your guards are like locusts,

your officials like swarms of locusts

that settle in the walls on a cold day—

but when the sun appears they fly away,

and no one knows where.

The fire will devour you there;

the sword will cut you down.

It will devour you like the young locust.

Multiply yourselves like the young locust;

multiply like the swarming locust!

You have made your merchants

more numerous than the stars of the sky.

The young locust strips the land

and flies away.

Your court officials are like the swarming locust,

and your scribes like clouds of locusts,

which settle on the walls on a cold day;

when the sun rises, they take off,

and no one knows where they are.

But the fire will devour you;

the sword will cut you down.

The enemy will consume you like locusts,

devouring everything they see.

There will be no escape,

even if you multiply like swarming locusts.

Your merchants have multiplied

until they outnumber the stars.

But like a swarm of locusts,

they strip the land and fly away.

Your guards and officials are also like swarming locusts

that crowd together in the hedges on a cold day.

But like locusts that fly away when the sun comes up,

all of them will fly away and disappear.

There fire will consume you;

the sword will cut you off.

It will consume you like the locust.

Multiply yourself like the locust!

Multiply yourself like the grasshopper!

You have increased your merchants more than the stars of heaven;

like the locust they will shed their skin and fly away.

Your officials are like locusts;

your commanders are like a swarm of locusts.

They encamp on the walls on a cold day;

when the sun rises, they fly away—

no one knows where they have gone.

There shall the fire devour thee;

The sword shall cut thee off,

It shall eat thee up like the cankerworm:

Make thyself many as the cankerworm,

Make thyself many as the locusts.

Thou hast multiplied thy merchants above the stars of heaven:

The cankerworm spoileth, and flieth away.

Thy crowned are as the locusts, and thy captains as the great grasshoppers,

Which camp in the hedges in the cold day,

But when the sun ariseth they flee away,

And their place is not known where they are.