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¹ Woe to the bloody city! It is all full of lies and robbery. Its victim never departs. ² The noise of a whip And the noise of rattling wheels, Of galloping horses, Of clattering chariots! ³ Horsemen charge with bright sword and glittering spear. There is a multitude of slain, A great number of bodies, Countless corpses-- They stumble over the corpses-- ⁴ Because of the multitude of harlotries of the seductive harlot, The mistress of sorceries, Who sells nations through her harlotries, And families through her sorceries. ⁵ "Behold, I am against you," says the LORD of hosts; "I will lift your skirts over your face, I will show the nations your nakedness, And the kingdoms your shame. ⁶ I will cast abominable filth upon you, Make you vile, And make you a spectacle. ⁷ It shall come to pass that all who look upon you Will flee from you, and say, "Nineveh is laid waste! Who will bemoan her?' Where shall I seek comforters for you?"

⁸ Are you better than No Amon [fn] That was situated by the River, [fn] That had the waters around her,Whose rampart was the sea,Whose wall was the sea? ⁹ Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength,And it was boundless;Put and Lubim were your [fn] helpers. ¹⁰ Yet she was carried away, She went into captivity; Her young children also were dashed to pieces At the head of every street; They cast lots for her honorable men, And all her great men were bound in chains. ¹¹ You also will be drunk; You will be hidden; You also will seek refuge from the enemy. ¹² All your strongholds are fig trees with ripened figs: If they are shaken, They fall into the mouth of the eater. ¹³ Surely, your people in your midst are women! The gates of your land are wide open for your enemies; Fire shall devour the bars of your gates. ¹⁴ Draw your water for the siege! Fortify your strongholds! Go into the clay and tread the mortar! Make strong the brick kiln! ¹⁵ There the fire will devour you, The sword will cut you off; It will eat you up like a locust. Make yourself many--like the locust! Make yourself many-- like the swarming locusts! ¹⁶ You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of heaven. The locust plunders and flies away. ¹⁷ Your commanders are like swarming locusts, And your generals like great grasshoppers, Which camp in the hedges on a cold day; When the sun rises they flee away, And the place where they are is not known. ¹⁸ Your shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria; Your nobles rest in the dust. Your people are scattered on the mountains, And no one gathers them. ¹⁹ Your injury has no healing, Your wound is severe. All who hear news of you Will clap their hands over you, For upon whom has not your wickedness passed continually?