8 And Nineveh was of old like a pool of water; but now they flee away. Stand, stand, shall they cry; but no one looks back.
9 Take the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold, for there is no end of the riches; honour, more than all the desirable furniture.
10 She is empty and worn out and is in pieces, and the heart melted, the knees smite together, and much pain is in the kidneys, and the faces of them all gather blackness.
11 What of the dwelling of the lions and of the feeding place of the young lions where the lion and the lioness walked and the lion’s whelps, and no one made them afraid?
12 The lion tore in pieces enough for his whelps and strangled for his lionesses and filled his holes with prey and his dens with robbery.
13 Behold, I speak unto thee, saith the Lord of the hosts, and I will burn and reduce thy chariots into smoke, and the sword shall devour thy young lions; and I will cut off thy robbery from the earth, and the voice of thy ambassadors shall never be heard again.