4 The chariots race madly in the streets, They rush wildly in the squares, Their appearance is like torches, They dash to and fro like lightning flashes.
5 He remembers his nobles; They stumble in their march, They hurry to her wall, And the mantelet is set up.
6 The gates of the rivers are opened And the palace is dissolved.
7 It is fixed: She is stripped, she is carried away, And her handmaids are moaning like the sound of doves, Beating on their breasts.
8 Though Nineveh was like a pool of water throughout her days, Now they are fleeing; "Stop, stop," But no one turns back.
9 Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! For there is no limit to the treasure- Wealth from every kind of desirable object.
10 She is emptied! Yes, she is desolate and waste! Hearts are melting and knees knocking! Also anguish is in the whole body And all their faces are grown pale!