1 Woe to the city of blood, ¶ full of lies, ¶ full of plunder, ¶ never without victims!
2 The crack of whips, the clatter of wheels, ¶ galloping horses ¶ and jolting chariots!
3 Charging cavalry, flashing swords ¶ and glittering spears! ¶ Many casualties, ¶ piles of dead, ¶ bodies without number, ¶ people stumbling over the corpses —
4 all because of the wanton lust of a prostitute, alluring, the mistress of sorceries, ¶ who enslaved nations by her prostitution ¶ and peoples by her witchcraft.
5 "I am against you," declares the LORD Almighty. ¶ "I will lift your skirts over your face. ¶ I will show the nations your nakedness ¶ and the kingdoms your shame.
6 I will pelt you with filth, I will treat you with contempt ¶ and make you a spectacle.
7 All who see you will flee from you and say, 'Nineveh is in ruins —who will mourn for her?' ¶ Where can I find anyone to comfort you?"
8 Are you better than Thebes, ¶ situated on the Nile, ¶ with water around her? ¶ The river was her defense, ¶ the waters her wall.
9 Cush [^1] and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were among her allies.
10 Yet she was taken captive and went into exile. ¶ Her infants were dashed to pieces ¶ at every street corner. ¶ Lots were cast for her nobles, ¶ and all her great men were put in chains.
11 You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding ¶ and seek refuge from the enemy.
12 All your fortresses are like fig trees ¶ with their first ripe fruit; ¶ when they are shaken, ¶ the figs fall into the mouth of the eater.
13 Look at your troops — they are all weaklings. ¶ The gates of your land ¶ are wide open to your enemies; ¶ fire has consumed the bars of your gates.
14 Draw water for the siege, ¶ strengthen your defenses! ¶ Work the clay, ¶ tread the mortar, ¶ repair the brickwork!
15 There the fire will consume you; the sword will cut you down — ¶ they will devour you like a swarm of locusts. ¶ Multiply like grasshoppers, ¶ multiply like locusts!
16 You have increased the number of your merchants till they are more numerous than the stars in the sky, ¶ but like locusts they strip the land ¶ and then fly away.
17 Your guards are like locusts, your officials like swarms of locusts ¶ that settle in the walls on a cold day — ¶ but when the sun appears they fly away, ¶ and no one knows where.
18 King of Assyria, your shepherds [^2] slumber; ¶ your nobles lie down to rest. ¶ Your people are scattered on the mountains ¶ with no one to gather them.
19 Nothing can heal you; your wound is fatal. ¶ All who hear the news about you ¶ clap their hands at your fall, ¶ for who has not felt ¶ your endless cruelty?