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.
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.