12. You also, O Cushites, they shall be killed by my sword.
13. And he will stretch out his hand against the north, and he will destroy Assyria and will make Nineveh a desolation, a dry wasteland like the desert.
14. Herds shall lie down in her midst, every wild animal of a nation; even the desert owl and the screech owl shall lodge on her capitals. A voice shall hoot in the window; rubble on the threshold; for the cedar is laid bare.
15. This is the city of rejoicing that lived securely; the one saying in her heart, “I am, and there is none besides me.” How she has become a desolation, a lair for wild animals! Everyone who passes by her hisses and shakes his fist.