3:1 Woe to the bloody city, completely full of lies and pillage; Her prey does not leave.
3:2 The sound of the whip, The sound of the roar of the wheel, Galloping horses And bounding chariots!
3:3 Horsemen charging, Swords flashing, spears gleaming, Many killed, a mass of corpses, And there is no end to the dead bodies— They stumble over the dead bodies!
3:4 All because of the many sexual acts of the prostitute, The charming one, the mistress of sorceries, Who sells nations by her sexual acts, And families by her sorceries.
3:5 “Behold, I am against you,” declares the Lord of armies; “And I will lift up your skirts over your face, And show the nations your nakedness, And the kingdoms your shame.
3:6 I will throw filth on you And declare you worthless, And set you up as a spectacle.
3:7 And it will come about that all who see you Will shrink from you and say, ‘Nineveh is devastated! Who will have sympathy for her?’ Where shall I seek comforters for you?”
3:8 Are you better than No-amon, Which was situated by the canals of the Nile, With water surrounding her, Whose rampart was the sea, Whose wall consisted of the sea?
3:9 Ethiopia was her might, Egypt too, without limits. Put and Lubim were among her helpers.
3:10 Yet she became an exile, She went into captivity; Also her small children were smashed to pieces At the head of every street; They cast lots for her honorable men, And all her great men were bound with shackles.
3:11 You too will become drunk, You will be hidden. You too will search for a refuge from the enemy.
3:12 All your fortifications are fig trees with ripe fruit— When shaken, they fall into the eater’s mouth.
3:13 Behold, your people are women in your midst! The gates of your land are opened wide to your enemies; Fire consumes your gate bars.
3:14 Draw for yourself water for a siege! Strengthen your fortifications! Go into the clay and tread the mortar! Take hold of the brick mold!
3:15 There fire will consume you, The sword will cut you down; It will consume you as the creeping locust consumes a crop. Multiply yourself like the creeping locust, Multiply yourself like the migratory locust.
3:16 You have made your traders more numerous than the stars of heaven— The creeping locust sheds its skin and flies away.
3:17 Your courtiers are like the migratory locust. Your officials are like a swarm of locusts Settling in the stone shelters on a cold day. The sun rises and they flee, And the place where they are is not known.
3:18 Your shepherds are sleeping, O king of Assyria; Your officers are lying down. Your people are scattered on the mountains And there is no one to gather them.
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