1. Woe to the bloody city! It [is] all full of lies [and] robbery. [Its] victim never departs.
2. The noise of a whip And the noise of rattling wheels, Of galloping horses, Of clattering chariots!
3. Horsemen charge with bright sword and glittering spear. [There is] a multitude of slain, A great number of bodies, Countless corpses — They stumble over the corpses —
4. Because of the multitude of harlotries of the seductive harlot, The mistress of sorceries, Who sells nations through her harlotries, And families through her sorceries.
5. ” Behold, I [am] against you,” says the LORD of hosts; “I will lift your skirts over your face, I will show the nations your nakedness, And the kingdoms your shame.
6. I will cast abominable filth upon you, Make you vile, And make you a spectacle.
7. It shall come to pass [that] all who look upon you Will flee from you, and say, ‘Nineveh is laid waste! Who will bemoan her?’ Where shall I seek comforters for you?”
8. Are you better than No Amon [That was] situated by the River, That had the waters around her, Whose rampart [was] the sea, Whose wall [was] the sea?
9. Ethiopia and Egypt [were] her strength, And [it was] boundless; Put and Lubim were your helpers.
10. Yet she [was] carried away, She went into captivity; Her young children also were dashed to pieces At the head of every street; They cast lots for her honorable men, And all her great men were bound in chains.
11. You also will be drunk; You will be hidden; You also will seek refuge from the enemy.
12. All your strongholds [are] fig trees with ripened figs: If they are shaken, They fall into the mouth of the eater.
13. Surely, your people in your midst [are] women! The gates of your land are wide open for your enemies; Fire shall devour the bars of your [gates.]
14. Draw your water for the siege! Fortify your strongholds! Go into the clay and tread the mortar! Make strong the brick kiln!
15. There the fire will devour you, The sword will cut you off; It will eat you up like a locust. Make yourself many — like the locust! Make yourself many — like the [swarming] locusts!
16. You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of heaven. The locust plunders and flies away.
17. Your commanders [are] like [swarming] locusts, And your generals like great grasshoppers, Which camp in the hedges on a cold day; When the sun rises they flee away, And the place where they [are] is not known.
18. Your shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria; Your nobles rest [in the dust.] Your people are scattered on the mountains, And no one gathers them.
19. Your injury [has] no healing, Your wound is severe. All who hear news of you Will clap [their] hands over you, For upon whom has not your wickedness passed continually?