In the twelfth year, in the twelfth month, on the first day of the month, the word of the Lord came to me:
Mortal, raise a lamentation over Pharaoh king of Egypt, and say to him: You consider yourself a lion among the nations, but you are like a dragon in the seas; you thrash about in your streams, trouble the water with your feet, and foul your streams.
Thus says the Lord God: In an assembly of many peoples I will throw my net over you; and I will haul you up in my dragnet.
I will throw you on the ground, on the open field I will fling you, and will cause all the birds of the air to settle on you, and I will let the wild animals of the whole earth gorge themselves with you.
I will strew your flesh on the mountains, and fill the valleys with your carcass.
I will drench the land with your flowing blood up to the mountains, and the watercourses will be filled with you.
When I blot you out, I will cover the heavens, and make their stars dark; I will cover the sun with a cloud, and the moon shall not give its light.
All the shining lights of the heavens I will darken above you, and put darkness on your land, says the Lord God.