An attacker1 advances against you, [Nineveh]. Guard the fortress, watch the road, brace yourselves, marshal all your strength!
The LORD will restore2 the splendor3 of Jacob like the splendor of Israel, though destroyers have laid them waste and have ruined their vines.
The shields of his soldiers are red; the warriors are clad in scarlet.4 The metal on the chariots flashes on the day they are made ready; the spears of pine are brandished.a4
The chariots5 storm through the streets, rushing back and forth through the squares. They look like flaming torches; they dart about like lightning.
He summons his picked troops, yet they stumble6 on their way. They dash to the city wall; the protective shield is put in place.
The river gates7 are thrown open and the palace collapses.
It is decreedb that [the city] be exiled and carried away. Its slave girls moan8 like doves and beat upon their breasts.98
Nineveh is like a pool, and its water is draining away. "Stop! Stop!" they cry, but no one turns back.
Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! The supply is endless, the wealth from all its treasures!
She is pillaged, plundered, stripped! Hearts melt,10 knees give way, bodies tremble, every face grows pale.11