NSB(i)
9 Take the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold for there is no limit to the amount of desirable things.
10 She is empty and void, a city laid waste! The hearts melt and the knees knock together. There is pain in all the hips and their faces have all grown pale.
11 Where is the lions den, the feeding-place of young lions? Where have the lion and the lioness walked where none have made them afraid?
12 The lion did tear in pieces enough for his whelps, and strangled for his lionesses. He filled his caves and dens with prey.
13 »I am against you,« said Jehovah of Hosts! »I will burn her chariots in the smoke, and the sword will devour your young lions. I will destroy your prey from the earth, and the voice of your messengers will be heard no more.«