4 The shields of his warriors are crimsoned,the soldiers clad in scarlet;Like fire are the trappings of the chariotson the day he prepares for war;the cavalry is agitated!
5 The chariots dash madly through the streetsand wheel in the squares,Looking like torches,bolting like lightning.
6 His picked troops are called,ranks break at their charge;To the wall they rush,their screen is set up.
7 The river gates are opened,the palace is washed away.
8 The mistress is led forth captive,and her maidservants led away,Moaning like doves,beating their breasts.
9 Nineveh is like a poolwhose waters escape;“Stop! Stop!”but none turns back.
10 “Plunder the silver, plunder the gold!”There is no end to the treasure,to wealth in every precious thing!