VIN(i)
1 Woe to the city of blood! it is all full of lies and robbery; never ceaseth the preying;
2 The crack of whips and the clamor of wheels! The galloping horses and the bounding chariots!
3 The cavalry attacks the flashing sword and the glittering spear! Many are the slain so many casualties! No end to bodies, and the soldiers trip over the corpses.
4 because of the many harlotries of the well-favored harlot, the mistress of sorceries who sells nations by her harlotries, and families by her sorceries.
5 "Look, I am against you," says the LORD of hosts, "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 filth upon you, I will treat you with contempt, I will make you a spectacle.
7 And so be it, all who see you, flee from you; and say, Nineveh is ravaged: Who wags over her? Where seek I sighers for you?
8 "Are you better than Noamon, which sits by the streams of the Nile with water surrounding her? The sea was her defense. The water was her wall.
9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength. Put and Libya were her helpers.
10 Yet she was carried away. She went into captivity. Her young sons 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 shall be drunk: you shall be hidden, you also shall seek refuge from 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 Look, your troops in your midst 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 heaven; like the locust they will shed their skin and fly 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 Hey king of Assyria! Your shepherds are asleep and your nobles are lying down! Your people lie scattered on the mountains, and there is no one to gather them together.
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?