Ethiopia was her strength, Egypt too, and that without limit; Put and the Libyans were her helpers.
Yet she was carried away, she went into captivity; her little ones were dashed in pieces at the head of every street; for her honored men lots were cast, and all her great men were bound in chains.
You also will be drunken, you will be dazed; you will seek a refuge from the enemy.
All your fortresses are like fig trees with first-ripe figs--if shaken they fall into the mouth of the eater.
Behold, your troops are women in your midst. The gates of your land are wide open to your foes; fire has devoured your bars.
Draw water for the siege, strengthen your forts; go into the clay, tread the mortar, take hold of the brick mold!
There will the fire 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 spreads its wings and flies away.
Your princes are like grasshoppers, your scribes like clouds of locusts settling on the fences in a day of cold--when the sun rises, they fly away; no one knows where they are.
Your shepherds are asleep, O king of Assyria; your nobles slumber. Your people are scattered on the mountains with none to gather them.
There is no assuaging your hurt, your wound is grievous. All who hear the news of you clap their hands over you. For upon whom has not come your unceasing evil?
Revised Standard Version of the Bible, copyright 1952 [2nd edition, 1971] by the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved. (Revised Standard Version - Holy Bible)