Berean Standard Bible
- 1 Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without prey.
- 2 The crack of the whip, the rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
- 3 Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end-they stumble over their dead-
- 4 because of the many harlotries of the harlot, the seductive mistress of sorcery, who betrays nations by her prostitution and clans by her witchcraft.
- 5 "Behold, I am against you," declares Yahweh of Hosts. "I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show your nakedness to the nations and your shame to the kingdoms.
- 6 I will pelt you with filth and treat you with contempt; I will make a spectacle of you.
- 7 Then all who see you will recoil from you and say, 'Nineveh is devastated; who will grieve for her?' Where can I find comforters for you?"
- 8 Are you better than Thebes, stationed by the Nile with water around her, whose rampart was the sea, whose wall was the water?
- 9 Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were her allies.
- 10 Yet she became an exile; she went into captivity. Her infants were dashed to pieces at the head of every street. They cast lots for her dignitaries, and all her nobles were bound in chains.
- 11 You too will become drunk; you will go into hiding and seek refuge from the enemy.
- 12 All your fortresses are fig trees with the first ripe figs; when shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater!
- 13 Look at your troops-they are like your women! The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire consumes their bars.
- 14 Draw your water for the siege; strengthen your fortresses. Work the clay and tread the mortar; repair the brick kiln!
- 15 There the fire will devour you; the sword will cut you down and consume you like a young locust. Make yourself many like the young locust; make yourself many like the swarming locust!
- 16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
- 17 Your guards are like the swarming locust, and your scribes like clouds of locusts that settle on the walls on a cold day. When the sun rises, they fly away, and no one knows where.
- 18 O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; your officers sleep. Your people are scattered on the mountains with no one to gather them.
- 19 There is no healing for your injury; your wound is severe. All who hear the news of you applaud your downfall, for who has not experienced your constant cruelty?
