13
Look at your troops— they are like your women! The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire consumes their bars.
14
Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
15
There the fire will devour you; the sword will cut you down and consume you like a young locust. Make yourself many like the young locust; make yourself many like the swarming locust!
16
You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
17
Your guards are like the swarming locust, and your scribes like clouds of locusts that settle on the walls on a cold day. When the sun rises, they fly away, and no one knows where.