he juggernaut's coming! Post guards, lay in supplies. Get yourselves together, get ready for the big battle.
God has restored the Pride of Jacob, the Pride of Israel. Israel's lived through hard times. He's been to hell and back.
Weapons flash in the sun, the soldiers splendid in battle dress, Chariots burnished and glistening, ready to charge, A spiked forest of brandished spears, lethal on the horizon.
The chariots pour into the streets. They fill the public squares, Flaming like torches in the sun, like lightning darting and flashing.
The Assyrian king rallies his men, but they stagger and stumble. They run to the ramparts to stem the tide, but it's too late.
Soldiers pour through the gates. The palace is demolished.