The shatterer has come up against you. Man the ramparts; watch the road; gird your loins; collect all your strength.
(For the LORD is restoring the majesty of Jacob as the majesty of Israel, for plunderers have stripped them and ruined their branches.)
The shield of his mighty men is red, his soldiers are clothed in scarlet. The chariots flash like flame when mustered in array; the chargers prance.
The chariots rage in the streets, they rush to and fro through the squares; they gleam like torches, they dart like lightning.
The officers are summoned, they stumble as they go, they hasten to the wall, the mantelet is set up.
The river gates are opened, the palace is in dismay;
its mistress is stripped, she is carried off, her maidens lamenting, moaning like doves, and beating their breasts.