A scatterer has come up against you. Guard the ramparts, watch the road, protect your groin, save youra strength!
The LORD will restore the pride of Jacob, indeed, the pride of Israel, because ravagers have destroyed them and spoiled their branches.
The shields of his warriors are red; his soldiers are dressed in crimson. The ironwork of the chariots flashes like fire on the day he has prepared; the horses quiver.
The chariots race wildly through the streets; they rush back and forth through the squares. They look like flaming torches; they dart like bolts of lightning.
He musters his officers; they stumble as they press forward. They hurry to the city wall, and the portable shield is set up.
The gates of the rivers are opened; the palace melts.
It is decreed:b She is sent into exile, carried away, while her female servants moan like doves, beating their breasts.
Nineveh has been like a pool of water. Such are its waters,c and others are fleeing. "Stop, stop!"—but no one can turn them back.
Plunder silver! Plunder gold! There is no end to the supplies, an abundance of precious objects!
Destruction and devastation; the city is laid waste! The heart grows faint and knees buckle; there is anguish in every groin; all the faces grow pale.