1 Doom, city of bloodshed—all deceit, full of plunder: prey cannot get away.
2 Cracking whip and rumbling wheel, galloping horse and careening chariot!
3 Charging cavalry, flashing sword, and glittering spear; countless slain, masses of corpses, endless dead bodies—they stumble over their dead bodies!
4 Because of the many whorings of the whore, the lovely graces of the mistress of sorceries, the one who sells nations by means of her whorings and peoples by means of her sorceries: