Ah! City of bloodshed, utterly deceitful, full of booty— no end to the plunder!
The crack of whip and rumble of wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
Horsemen charging, flashing sword and glittering spear, piles of dead, heaps of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble over the bodies!
Because of the countless debaucheries of the prostitute, gracefully alluring, mistress of sorcery, who enslaves nations through her debaucheries, and peoples through her sorcery,
I am against you, says the Lord of hosts, and will lift up your skirts over your face; and I will let nations look on your nakedness and kingdoms on your shame.
I will throw filth at you and treat you with contempt, and make you a spectacle.
Then all who see you will shrink from you and say, "Nineveh is devastated; who will bemoan her?" Where shall I seek comforters for you?
Are you better than Thebes that sat by the Nile, with water around her, her rampart a sea, water her wall?