Look at your troops-- they are all women!1 The gates2 of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire has consumed their bars.314
Draw water for the siege,4 strengthen your defenses!5 Work the clay, tread the mortar, repair the brickwork!
There the fire6 will devour you; the sword7 will cut you down and, like grasshoppers, consume you. Multiply like grasshoppers, multiply like locusts!816
You have increased the number of your merchants till they are more than the stars of the sky, but like locusts9 they strip the land and then fly away.
Your guards are like locusts,10 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.
O king of Assyria, your shepherdsa slumber;11 your nobles lie down to rest.12 Your people are scattered13 on the mountains with no one to gather them.
Nothing can heal your wound;14 your injury is fatal. Everyone who hears the news about you claps his hands15 at your fall, for who has not felt your endless cruelty?16