Woe to the bloody city, all full of lies and 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, hosts of slain, heaps of corpses, dead bodies without end--they stumble over the bodies!
And all for the countless harlotries of the harlot, graceful and of deadly charms, who betrays nations with her harlotries, and peoples with her charms.
Behold, 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 gazingstock.
And all who look on you will shrink from you and say, Wasted is Nin'eveh; who will bemoan her? whence shall I seek comforters for her?
Are you better than Thebes that sat by the Nile, with water around her, her rampart a sea, and water her wall?
Ethiopia was her strength, Egypt too, and that without limit; Put and the Libyans were her helpers.