1 Doom to the crime capital!

Nineveh, city of murder

and treachery,

2 here is your fate—

cracking whips,

churning wheels;

galloping horses,

roaring chariots;

3 cavalry attacking,

swords and spears flashing;

soldiers stumbling

over piles of dead bodies.

4 You were nothing more

than a prostitute

using your magical charms

and witchcraft

to attract and trap nations.

5 But I, the Lord All-Powerful,

am now your enemy.

I will pull up your skirt

and let nations and kingdoms

stare at your nakedness.

6 I will cover you with garbage,

treat you like trash,

and rub you in the dirt.

7 Everyone who sees you

will turn away and shout,

"Nineveh is done for!

Is anyone willing to mourn

or to give her comfort?"

8 Nineveh, do you feel safer

than the city of Thebes?*

The Nile River

was its wall of defense.*

9 Thebes trusted the mighty power

of Ethiopia* and Egypt;

the nations of Put* and Libya

were her allies.

10 But she was captured and taken

to a foreign country.

Her children were murdered

at every street corner.

The members of her royal family

were auctioned off,

and her high officials

were bound in chains.

11 Nineveh, now it's your turn!

You will get drunk and try to hide

from your enemy.

12 Your fortresses are fig trees

with ripe figs.

Merely shake the trees,

and fruit will fall

into every open mouth.

13 Your army is weak.

Fire has destroyed the crossbars

on your city gates;

now they stand wide open

to your enemy.

14 Your city is under attack.

Haul in extra water!

Strengthen your defenses!

Start making bricks!

Stir the mortar!

15 You will still go up in flames

and be cut down by swords

that will wipe you out like a field

attacked by grasshoppers.

So, go ahead and increase

like a swarm of locusts!*

16 More merchants are in your city

than there are stars

in the sky—

but they are like locusts

that eat everything,

then fly away.

17 Your guards and your officials

are swarms of locusts.

On a chilly day

they settle on a fence,

but when the sun comes out,

they take off

to who-knows-where.

18 King of Assyria,

your officials and leaders

are sound asleep,

while your people are scattered

in the mountains.

Yes, your people are sheep

without a shepherd.

19 You're fatally wounded.

There's no hope for you.

But everyone claps

when they hear this news,

because your constant cruelty

has caused them pain.