And Huzzab shall be led away captive, she shall be brought up, and her maids shall lead her
as with the voice of doves, tabering upon their breasts.
But Nineveh is
of old like a pool of water: yet they shall flee away. Stand, stand, shall they cry
; but none shall look back.
Take ye the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold: for there is
none end of the store and
glory out of all the pleasant furniture.
She is empty, and void, and waste: and the heart melteth, and the knees smite together, and much pain is
in all loins, and the faces of them all gather blackness.