12. All your fortresses will fall.They will be devoured like the ripe figsthat fall into the mouthsof those who shake the trees.
13. Your troops will be as weakand helpless as women.The gates of your land will be opened wide to the enemyand set on fire and burned.
14. Get ready for the siege!Store up water!Strengthen the defenses!Go into the pits to trample clay,and pack it into molds,making bricks to repair the walls.
15. But the fire will devour you;the sword will cut you down.The enemy will consume you like locusts,devouring everything they see.There will be no escape,even if you multiply like swarming locusts.
16. Your merchants have multiplieduntil they outnumber the stars.But like a swarm of locusts,they strip the land and fly away.
17. Your guards and officials are also like swarming locuststhat crowd together in the hedges on a cold day.But like locusts that fly away when the sun comes up,all of them will fly away and disappear.
18. Your shepherds are asleep, O Assyrian king;your princes lie dead in the dust.Your people are scattered across the mountainswith no one to gather them together.
19. There is no healing for your wound;your injury is fatal.All who hear of your destructionwill clap their hands for joy.Where can anyone be foundwho has not suffered from your continual cruelty?