3:1 Woe to the bloody city! It is full of lies and plunder. The prey never departs.
3:2 The noise of the whip and the noise of the rattling of the wheels, galloping horses, and rushing chariots!
3:3 Horsemen charging with flashing sword and glittering spear. Multitude of slain, great number of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble on the corpses—
3:4 because of the countless harlotries of the seductive harlot, the mistress of sorceries, who sells nations through her harlotries and families through her sorceries.
3:5 I am against you, says the Lord of Hosts; I will lift your skirts over your face, and I will show the nations your nakedness, and the kingdoms your shame.
3:6 I will throw filth on you, and make you vile, and make you a spectacle.
3:7 All who look at you will flee from you, and say, “Nineveh is devastated! Who will lament for her?” Where shall I seek comforters for you?
3:8 Are you better than Thebes that sat by the Nile, with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, and whose wall was the water?
3:9 Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength, and it was without limit; Put and Libya were her helpers.
3:10 Yet she went into exile, she went into captivity; her young children 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.
3:11 You also will be drunk; you will go into hiding; you will seek refuge from the enemy.
3:12 All your fortresses are like fig trees with first-ripe figs: If they are shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater.
3:13 Your troops are women in your midst! The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire has devoured your bars.
3:14 Draw water for the siege! Strengthen your forts! Go into the clay and tread the mortar! Take hold of the brick mold!
3:15 There the fire will devour you, the sword will cut you off; it will eat you up like the locust. Multiply yourselves—like the locust! Multiply—like the grasshopper!
3:16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of heaven. The locust plunders and flies away.
3:17 Your leaders are like grasshoppers, your commanders like swarms of locusts, which camp in the hedges on a cold day; when the sun rises they fly away, and the place where they are is not known.
3:18 Your shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria; Your nobles lie in the dust. Your people are scattered on the mountains, and no one gathers them.
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