3aWoe to the city of 1bloodshed, completelyfull of deceptionandpillage;Herpreyneverdeparts.2The asound of the whip,And the sound of the rumbling of the wheel,Gallopinghorses,And 1boundingchariots!3Horsemencharging,And swordsflaming, and aspearsflashing,bManyslain, a mass of corpses,And cthereisnoend to deadbodies—They stumble over 1the deadbodies!4Allbecause of the amanyharlotries of the harlot,The charming one, the bmistress of sorceries,Who csellsnations by her harlotriesAnd families by her sorceries.5“Behold, aI am against you,” declaresYahweh of hosts;“And I will buncover your skirtsover your faceAnd cshow to the nations your nakednessAnd to the kingdoms your disgrace.6“I will athrowdetestablefilth on youAnd bdisplay you as a wickedfoolAnd set you up as a cspectacle.7“And it will be that all who see youWill flee from you and say,‘Nineveh is devastated!aWho will console her?’Where will I seekcomforters for you?”8Are you betterthan1,aNo-amon,Which sits along the bwatersoftheNile,With watersurrounding her,Whoserampartwas2the sea,Whose wallconsisted of 3the sea?91,aEthiopia was hermight,And Egypt too, withoutend.bPut and cLubim were among 2her helpers.10Yet she abecame an exile;She went into captivity;Also her binfants were dashedtopiecescAt the head of everystreet;They dcastlots for her honorable men,And all her greatmen were bound with fetters.11You too will becomeadrunk;You will be bhidden.You too will search for a strongdefense from the enemy.12All your fortifications are afigtrees with 1,bripefruit—Whenshaken, they fall into the eater’smouth.13Behold, your people are awomen in your midst!The gates of your land are bopenedwide to your enemies;Fireconsumes your gate bars.14aDraw for yourself water for the siege!bStrengthen your fortifications!Go into the clay and tread the mortar!1Takehold of the brickmold!15There, afire will consume you;The sword will cut you down;It will bconsume you as the locustdoes.Multiply yourself like the creepinglocust,Multiply yourself like the swarminglocust.16You have increased your atradersmorethan the stars of heaven—The creepinglocust1strips and fliesaway.17Your 1,aguardsmen are like the swarminglocust.Your bmarshals are like a locust-swarmEncamping in the stone walls on a coldday.The sunrises, and they flee,And the placewhere they are is not known.18Your shepherds are asleeping, O bking of Assyria;Your cmighty ones are 1lyingdown.Your people are dscattered on the mountains,And thereisnoone to regatherthem.19Thereisanorelief for your breakdown,Your bwound is incurable.All who hear the report about youWill cclaptheirhandsover you,For on whom has not your evilpassedcontinually?