Woe, city of bloodshed, entirely deceit, full of plunder; the prey will not depart.

Sound of whip and sound of rumbling, wheel and galloping horse and bounding chariot.

Horseman raising sword and flashing of blade and gleam of spear; and multitude of slain, and mass of corpses, and no end to the bodies; they stumble in their bodies.

Because of the abundance of the prostitution of the harlot, the gracious one, mistress of sorceries, who sells nations by her prostitution and clans by her sorceries.

Behold, I am against you, declares יהוה of hosts, and I will uncover your skirts over your face, and I will show nations your nakedness and kingdoms your shame.

And I will throw filth upon you, and I will disgrace you, and I will make you a spectacle.

And it will be, everyone who sees you will flee from you and say, 'Nineveh is destroyed; who will pity her?' From where will I seek comforters for you?

Are you better than No-amon, who dwells among the rivers, waters around her, whose rampart is the sea, her wall from the sea?

Ethiopia and Mitsrayim were her strength, and it was without end; Put and Libyans were her helpers.

She also went into exile, into captivity; her little ones were also dashed in pieces at the head of all streets, and they cast lots for her nobles, and all her great men were bound with chains.

You also will become drunk; you will hide yourself; you also will seek refuge from the enemy.

All your fortresses are fig trees with early fruit; if they are shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater.

Behold, your people are women in your midst; the gates of your land are opened wide to your enemies; fire devours your bars.

Draw water for yourself for the siege; strengthen your fortresses; go into the mud and tread in the clay; strengthen the brick mold.

There fire will consume you; the sword will cut you off; it will devour you like the locust; make yourself many like the locust; make yourself many like the swarming locust.

You multiplied your merchants more than the stars of heaven; the locust spreads its wings and flies away.

Your watchmen are like the swarming locust, your scribes like the swarm of locusts that settle on the walls on a cold day; the sun rises, and they flee, and their place is not known.

Your shepherds slumber, king of Assyria; your nobles dwell in the dust; your people are scattered on the mountains, and there is no one to gather them.

There is no healing for your wound; your injury is severe; all who hear the news of you will clap their hands over you, for upon whom has not your evil passed continually?