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!
11 Emptiness, desolation, waste;melting hearts and trembling knees,Churning in every stomach,every face turning pale!
12 Where is the lionesses’ den,the young lions’ cave,Where the lion went in and out,and the cub, with no one to disturb them?
13 The lion tore apart enough for his cubs,and strangled for his lionesses;He filled his lairs with prey,and his dens with torn flesh.