12 All your fortifications are fig trees with ripe fruit;when the trees are shaken, the fruit falls into the mouth of the eater.
13 Look, your people are women in your midst.The gates of your land have been flung wide open to your enemies.Fire consumes the bars of your gates.
14 Draw water for yourself to prepare for siege!Strengthen your fortifications!Tread the clay, trample the mortar, grab the brick mold!
15 Fire will consume you there;the sword will cut you down;like the locust it will consume you.Multiply like the locust; multiply like the grasshopper!
16 You boasted more traders than the heavens have stars.The locust sheds its skin and flies away.
17 Your guards are like grasshoppers,your marshals like swarms of cicadasthat encamp on stone fences on a chilly day;when the sun rises, they take flight;no one knows where they have gone.
18 Your shepherds have fallen asleep, king of Assyria!Your officials are lying down.Your people are scattered across the mountains;there is no one to gather them.