3 The shields of his warriors are red;his soldiers are dressed in crimson.The ironwork of the chariots flashes like fireon the day he has prepared;the horses quiver.
4 The chariots race wildly through the streets;they rush back and forth through the squares.They look like flaming torches;they dart like bolts of lightning.
5 He musters his officers;they stumble as they press forward.They hurry to the city wall,and the portable shield is set up.
6 The gates of the rivers are opened;the palace melts.
7 It is decreed: She is sent into exile, carried away,while her female servants moan like doves, beating their breasts.
8 Nineveh has been like a pool of water.Such are its waters, and others are fleeing."Stop, stop!"—but no one can turn them back.
9 Plunder silver! Plunder gold!There is no end to the supplies,an abundance of precious objects!