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!
10 Emptiness and plundering and devastation! Their hearts faint and their knees tremble, All their loins shake and all their faces turn pale.