4 The chariots shall rage in the streets, they shall jostle one against another in the broad roads: they shall seem like torches, they shall run like lightning.
5 He shall recount his nobles: they shall stumble in their walk; they shall make haste to the wall, and the defense shall be prepared.
6 The gates of the rivers shall be opened, and the palace shall be dissolved.
7 It is decreed: she shall be led away captive, she shall be brought up, and her maidens shall lead her as with the moaning of doves, beating upon their breasts.
8 Though Nineveh was of old like a pool of water: yet they shall flee away. Stand, stand, shall they cry; but none shall look back.
9 Take the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold: for there is no end of treasure or wealth out of all the precious things.
10 She is empty, and void, and waste: and the heart melts, and the knees strike together, and much pain is on all sides, and the faces of them all grow pale.