6. He will recall his majestic ones. They will stumble in their march. They will hasten to her wall. Now the siege work is set up.
7. The river gates will be opened, and the palace will melt away.
8. What was erected will be exiled and carried away. Her handmaids are lamenting like the sound of doves, beating their breasts.
9. Nineveh was like a pool of water for days—now they are fleeing. Stop, stop! Yet no one turns back.
10. Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! For there is no end of treasure— glory from everything precious.
11. Emptiness, desolation, waste! Heart melting, knees buckling, anguish in all the loins, all their faces grown pale!
12. Where is the lions’ den, the feeding place for young lions— where the lion went for a lion’s cub— with nothing to disturb them?
13. The lion rips enough for his cubs, strangles prey for his lionesses. Yes, he fills his den with prey, his lair with torn flesh.
14. “Here I am against you” —it is a declaration of Adonai-Tzva’ot— “I will burn up her chariots in smoke. A sword will devour your young lions. I will cut them off from the land of your prey, and the voice of your messengers will no longer be heard.”