3 The shields of his warriors are dyed red; The powerful men are dressed in scarlet. The metal of the chariots shines like fire on the day of battle, and their spears quiver.
4 The chariots race madly through the streets; they rush back and forth in the public squares. Their appearance like lightning bolts, they dart about like flashes of lightning.
5 He calls his officers; they stumble as they march; they rush to her wall; they set the covering in place.
6 The gates of the river are opened; the palace trembles.
7 Her goddess is taken out and taken into exile; her maidservants moan like doves; they beat on their breasts.
8 Nineveh is like a pool of water without its water. As they flee, she cries, “Stop! Stop!” But there is no one who turns back.
9 Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! There is no end to the spoils, an abundance of everything one could want!