1 Woe to the bloody city! It is all full of lies and robbery—no end to the prey. 2 The noise of the whip, the noise of the rattling of wheels, prancing horses, and bounding chariots, 3 the horseman charging, and the flashing sword, the glittering spear, and a multitude of slain, and a great heap of corpses, and there is no end of the bodies. They stumble on their bodies 4 because of the multitude of the prostitution of the alluring prostitute, the mistress of witchcraft, who sells nations through her prostitution, and families through her witchcraft. 5 "Behold, I am against you," says Yahweh of Armies, "and I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show the nations your nakedness, and the kingdoms your shame. 6 I will throw abominable filth on you and make you vile, and will make you a spectacle. 7 It will happen that all those who look at you will flee from you, and say, ‘Nineveh is laid waste! Who will mourn for her?’ Where will I seek comforters for you?"

8 Are you better than No-Amon, who was situated among the rivers, who had the waters around her, whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was of the sea? 9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength. Put and Libya were her helpers. 10 Yet was she carried away. She went into captivity. Her young children also were dashed in pieces at the head of all the streets, and they cast lots for her honorable men, and all her great men were bound in chains. 11 You also will be drunken. You will be hidden. You also will seek a stronghold because of the enemy. 12 All your fortresses will be like fig trees with the first-ripe figs. If they are shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater. 13 Behold, your troops among you are women. The gates of your land are set wide open to your enemies. The fire has devoured your bars.

14 Draw water for the siege. Strengthen your fortresses. Go into the clay, and tread the mortar. Make the brick kiln strong. 15 There the fire will devour you. The sword will cut you off. It will devour you like the grasshopper. Multiply like grasshoppers. Multiply like the locust. 16 You have increased your merchants more than the stars of the skies. The grasshopper strips and flees away. 17 Your guards are like the locusts, and your officials like the swarms of locusts, which settle on the walls on a cold day, but when the sun appears, they flee away, and their place is not known where they are.

18 Your shepherds slumber, king of Assyria. Your nobles lie down. Your people are scattered on the mountains, and there is no one to gather them. 19 There is no healing your wound, for your injury is fatal. All who hear the report of you clap their hands over you, for who hasn’t felt your endless cruelty?

1 Wee die bloedstad wat louter bedrog, vol geweld is, terwyl rowery nie ophou nie!

2 Hoor, die sweep! En hoor, die gedreun van wiele! En perde wat jaag, en waens wat stamp!

3 Ruiters op 'n galop en geglinster van swaarde en geblits van spiese! En 'n menigte wat verslaan is, en hope dooies en geen einde aan die lyke nie -- 'n mens struikel oor hulle lyke!

4 Weens die veelheid van die hoererye van die hoer vol bevalligheid, 'n meesteres in towerkunste, wat nasies met haar hoererye verkoop het en volkstamme met haar towerkunste.

5 Kyk, Ek het dit teen jou, spreek die HERE van die leërskare, en Ek sal jou slippe optel oor jou aangesig en nasies jou naaktheid laat sien en koninkryke jou skande.

6 En Ek sal vuilgoed op jou gooi en jou aan minagting prysgee en van jou 'n skouspel maak,

7 sodat elkeen wat jou sien, van jou af sal wegvlug en sê: Verwoes is Ninev,! Wie sal met haar medelyde hê? Waar sal ek troosters vir jou gaan soek?

8 Is jy beter as No-Amon wat gelê het aan die Nylstrome, met waters rondom hom; wie se voorskans die groot water was, waters sy muur?

9 Kus was sy krag en Egiptenaars sonder getal, Put,ërs en L¡biërs was jou tot hulp.

10 Nogtans het dit as gevangene in ballingskap gegaan; nogtans is sy kinders by al die straathoeke verpletter, en oor sy edeles is die lot gewerp, en al sy groot manne is met kettings geboei.

11 Ook jy sal dronk word, beneweld wees, ook jy sal 'n toevlug soek teen die vyand.

12 Al jou vestings is vyebome met voorvye: as 'n mens skud, val hulle in die mond van die eter.

13 Kyk, jou volk binne-in jou is soos vroue, die poorte van jou land is wyd oopgemaak vir jou vyande, die vuur het jou grendels verteer.

14 Skep vir jou water vir die beleëring, versterk jou vestings, gaan in die modder en trap klei, gryp die steenvorm.

15 Daar sal die vuur jou verteer, die swaard jou uitroei, jou verslind net soos voetgangersprinkane. Al vermenigvuldig jy soos voetgangers, al vermenigvuldig jy soos treksprinkane;

16 al het jy jou koopmans meer gemaak as die sterre aan die hemel -- die voetgangers vervel en vlieg weg!

17 Jou wagters is soos treksprinkane, en jou amptenare is soos swerms sprinkane wat op 'n koue dag op die heining sit -- die son breek deur, en hulle vlieg weg, en niemand weet waar hulle beland het nie.

18 Jou herders sluimer, o koning van Assur, jou edeles lê daar, jou volk is op die berge verstrooi, en niemand versamel hulle nie.

19 Daar is geen herstel vir jou verbreking nie; jou wond is ongeneeslik; almal wat die tyding omtrent jou verneem, slaan hulle hande saam oor jou; want oor wie het jou boosheid nie voortdurend heengegaan nie?