12. All your fortresses are like fig treeswith first-ripe figs:If they are shaken,they fall into the mouth of the eater.
13. Your troopsare women in your midst!The gates of your landare wide open to your enemies;fire has devoured your bars.
14. Draw water for the siege!Strengthen your forts!Go into the clay andtread the mortar!Take hold of the brick mold!
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!
16. You have multiplied your merchantsmore than the stars of heaven.The locust plundersand flies away.
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.