Nin'eveh is like a pool whose waters run away. "Halt! Halt!" they cry; but none turns back.
Plunder the silver, plunder the gold! There is no end of treasure, or wealth of every precious thing.
Desolate! Desolation and ruin! Hearts faint and knees tremble, anguish is on all loins, all faces grow pale!
Where is the lions' den, the cave of the young lions, where the lion brought his prey, where his cubs were, with none to disturb?
The lion tore enough for his whelps and strangled prey for his lionesses; he filled his caves with prey and his dens with torn flesh.
Behold, I am against you, says the LORD of hosts, and I will burn your chariots in smoke, and the sword shall devour your young lions; I will cut off your prey from the earth, and the voice of your messengers shall no more be heard.