4 The chariots race madly through the streets;they rush to and fro through the squares;they gleam like torches;they dart like lightning.
5 He remembers his officers; they stumble as they go,they hasten to the wall;the siege tower is set up.
6 The river gates are opened;the palace melts away;
7 its mistress is stripped; she is carried off,her slave girls lamenting,moaning like dovesand beating their breasts.
8 Nineveh is like a poolwhose waters run away.“Halt! Halt!” they cry,but none turns back.
9 Plunder the silver,plunder the gold!There is no end of the treasureor of the wealth of all precious things.
10 Desolate! Desolation and ruin! Hearts melt and knees tremble; anguish is in all loins; all faces grow pale!