“And now, watch this! People pouringout of the north, hordes of people,A mob of kings stirred upfrom far-off places.Flourishing deadly weapons,barbarians they are, cruel and pitiless.Roaring and relentless, like ocean breakers,they come riding fierce stallions,In battle formation, ready to fightyou, Daughter Babylon!Babylon’s king hears them coming.He goes white as a ghost, limp as a dishrag.Terror-stricken, he doubles up in pain, helpless to fight,like a woman giving birth to a baby.