Draw water for the siege, strengthen your forts; trample the clay, tread the mortar, take hold of the brick mold!
There the fire will devour you, the sword will cut you off. It will devour you like the locust. Multiply yourselves like the locust, multiply like the grasshopper!
You increased your merchants more than the stars of the heavens. The locust sheds its skin and flies away.
Your guards are like grasshoppers, your scribes like swarms a of locusts settling on the fences on a cold day— when the sun rises, they fly away; no one knows where they have gone.
Your shepherds are asleep, O king of Assyria; your nobles slumber. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
There is no assuaging your hurt, your wound is mortal. All who hear the news about you clap their hands over you. For who has ever escaped your endless cruelty?
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