13
Look at your troops! They behave like women! Your country's gates are wide open to your foes; fire has consumed their bars.
14
Draw water for the siege! Strengthen your fortifications! Go down in the clay, tread the mortar, Take hold of the mold for bricks!
15
There the fire will burn you up; and the sword will cut you down; it will devour you like grasshoppers. Make yourselves as many as grasshoppers, Make yourselves as many as locusts!
16
You had more merchants than stars in the sky. The locust sheds its skin and flies away.
17
Your guards are like grasshoppers, your marshals like swarms of locusts, which settle on the walls on a cold day, but when the sun rises they fly away; they vanish to no one knows where.