It is set: She is stripped, she is led away, And her slave women are sobbing like the sound of doves, Beating their breasts.
Though Nineveh was
like a pool of water throughout her days, Yet they are fleeing; 'Stop, stop,' But no one turns back.
Plunder the silver, Plunder the gold! For there is no end to the treasure— Wealth from every kind of
She is emptied! Yes, she is desolate and waste! Hearts are melting and knees wobbling! Also trembling is in the entire body, And all their faces have become pale!
Where is the den of the lions And the feeding place of the young lions, Where the lion, lioness, and
lion’s cub went With nothing to disturb them?
The lion tore enough for his cubs, Killed enough prey
for his lionesses, And filled his lairs with prey And his dens with torn flesh.
'Behold, I am against you,' declares the LORD of armies. 'I will burn up her chariots in smoke, and a sword will devour your young lions; I will eliminate your prey from the land, and no longer will the voice of your messengers be heard.'