Horsemen charging, Swords flashing, spears gleaming, Many killed, a mass of corpses, And there is no end to the
dead bodies— They stumble over the dead bodies!
because of the many sexual acts of the prostitute, The charming one, the mistress of sorceries, Who sells nations by her sexual acts, And families by her sorceries.
'Behold, I am against you,' declares the LORD of armies; 'And I will lift up your skirts over your face, And show the nations your nakedness, And the kingdoms your shame.
I will throw filth on you And declare you worthless, And set you up as a spectacle.
And it will come about that all who see you Will shrink from you and say, ‘Nineveh is devastated! Who will have sympathy for her?’ Where shall I seek comforters for you?'
Are you better than No-amon, Which was situated by the canals of the Nile, With water surrounding her, Whose rampart was
the sea, Whose wall consisted
of the sea?
Ethiopia was her
might, Egypt too, without limits. Put and Lubim were among her helpers.