1 Woe to the bloody city!It is all full of lies and robbery.Its victim never departs.
2 The noise of a whipAnd the noise of rattling wheels,Of galloping horses,Of clattering chariots!
3 Horsemen charge with bright sword and glittering spear.There is a multitude of slain,A great number of bodies,Countless corpses—They stumble over the corpses—
4 Because of the multitude of harlotries of the seductive harlot,The mistress of sorceries,Who sells nations through her harlotries,And families through her sorceries.
5 “Behold, I am against you,” says the Lord of hosts;“I will lift your skirts over your face,I will show the nations your nakedness,And the kingdoms your shame.
6 I will cast abominable filth upon you,Make you vile,And make you a spectacle.