17 Give Pharaoh, king of Egypt, the name“Braggart-missed-his-chance.”
18 As I live, says the Kingwhose name is Lord of hosts,Like Tabor above mountains,like Carmel above the sea, he comes.
19 Pack your bags for exile,enthroned daughter Egypt;Memphis shall become a wasteland,an empty ruin.
20 Egypt is a beautiful heifer,a horsefly from the north keeps coming.
21 Even the mercenaries in her ranksare like fattened calves;They too turn and flee together—they do not stand their ground,For their day of ruin comes upon them,their time of punishment.
22 Her voice is like a snake!Yes, they come in force;They attack her with axes,like those who fell trees.
23 They cut down her forest—oracle of the Lord—impenetrable though it be;More numerous than locusts,they cannot be counted.