4 Chariots are racing madly through the streets,rushing this way and that in the city squares.They look like torches, like lightning, as they dart about.
5 He remembers his best fighting men.They stumble over themselves as they march.They hurry to Nineveh’s wall.The shield has been set up for the battering ram.
6 The gates of the rivers are opened, and the palace melts away.
7 The Lord has determined:“It will be stripped.It will be carried away.Its young women will be mourning like dovesas they beat their breasts.”
8 Nineveh was like a pool of water from its first day on.But now its people are fleeing.“Stop! Stop!”But no one turns around.
9 Steal the silver! Steal the gold!There is no end to what is stored here—everything a person could ever want.
10 Nineveh is destroyed, deserted, demolished.Hearts are melting.Knees are knocking.Every stomach becomes upset.Every face turns pale.