4 The chariots rage in the streets,They jostle one another in the broad roads;They seem like torches,They run like lightning.
5 He remembers his nobles;They stumble in their walk;They make haste to her walls,And the defense is prepared.
6 The gates of the rivers are opened,And the palace is dissolved.
7 It is decreed:She shall be led away captive,She shall be brought up;And her maidservants shall lead her as with the voice of doves,Beating their breasts.
8 Though Nineveh of old was like a pool of water,Now they flee away.“Halt! Halt!” they cry;But no one turns back.
9 Take spoil of silver!Take spoil of gold!There is no end of treasure,Or wealth of every desirable prize.
10 She is empty, desolate, and waste!The heart melts, and the knees shake;Much pain is in every side,And all their faces are drained of color.