Nineveh, you are already surrounded by enemy armies! Sound the alarm! Man the ramparts! Muster your defenses, and keep a sharp watch for the enemy attack to begin!
For the land of Israel lies empty and broken after your attacks, but the LORD will restore its honor and power again.
Shields flash red in the sunlight! The attack begins! See their scarlet uniforms! Watch as their glittering chariots move into position, with a forest of spears waving above them.
The chariots race recklessly along the streets and through the squares, swift as lightning, flickering like torches.
The king shouts to his officers; they stumble in their haste, rushing to the walls to set up their defenses.
But too late! The river gates are open! The enemy has entered! The palace is about to collapse!
Nineveh's exile has been decreed, and all the servant girls mourn its capture. Listen to them moan like doves; watch them beat their breasts in sorrow.
Nineveh is like a leaking water reservoir! The people are slipping away. "Stop, stop!" someone shouts, but the people just keep on running.
Loot the silver! Plunder the gold! There seems no end to Nineveh's many treasures -- its vast, uncounted wealth.
Soon the city is an empty shambles, stripped of its wealth. Hearts melt in horror, and knees shake. The people stand aghast, their faces pale and trembling.