1Woe to the city of blood; she is full of lies and plunder; she does not remove the prey.2The sound of a whip and the sound of quaking wheels, and a horse rushing and a chariot skipping about.3A horseman rises, and there is a flash of a sword and lightning of a spear, and an abundance of the slain, and a heaviness of corpses, and there is no end to the bodies; they stumble and they stumble over their bodies from the abundance of slain.4She is a fornicating harlot, pleasant in favor, a mistress of sorceries, the one who sells nations by her fornication and families by her sorcery.5Look, I am against you, declares the LORD of Hosts; I will uncover your hem upon your face and cause the nations to see your nakedness and the kingdoms your dishonor.6I will throw abominations upon you and make you senseless and set you as a sight.7Then all who see you will wander from you and say, Nineveh is ruined; who will wander for her? From where shall I seek comforters for you?8Are you better than Thebes of Amon, who dwells among the Niles, water surrounding her, whose rampart is the sea, her wall from the sea?9Cush was her strength, and Egypt, and there is no end; Put and the Libyans were in her help.10She also went into captivity; her infants also were dashed in pieces at the head of every street, and they cast lots upon her honored ones, and all her great ones were bound in fetters.11You also will be drunk; you will be concealed; you also will seek security from an enemy.12All your fortifications are like figs with firstfruits; if they shake they fall upon the lip of the eater.13Behold, your people are women in your midst; to your enemies the gates of your land are opened wide; fire has eaten your bars.14Draw water for the siege; strengthen your fortifications; enter the mud and trample the clay; strengthen the brick.15There fire will eat you; the sword will cut you; it will eat you like the locust. Make yourselves heavy like the locust; make yourselves heavy like the locust.16You multiplied your traders beyond the stars of the heavens; the locust stripped and flew away.17Your princes are like the locust and your officials like a swarm of locusts camping in the walls on a cold day; the sun rose and they wandered, and their place is not known.18Your shepherds have slumbered, O king of Assyria; your great ones dwell; your people were scattered upon the mountains, and there is no one gathering.19There is no easing for your breaking; your wound is weak; all who hear your report clap their hands over you, for upon whom has your harm not passed continually?