3 For Adonai turned aside Jacob’s pride like Israel’s pride— for spoilers emptied them out and ruined their vine branches.
4 He makes the shield of warriors’ red— valiant men are clad in scarlet! the chariot burns with metal fire on the day of his preparation, The fir trees are shaken.
5 The chariots dash madly about through the streets, rushing to and fro in the plazas, their appearance is like torches, darting like flashes of lightning.
6 He will recall his majestic ones. They will stumble in their march. They will hasten to her wall. Now the siege work is set up.
7 The river gates will be opened, and the palace will melt away.
8 What was erected will be exiled and carried away. Her handmaids are lamenting like the sound of doves, beating their breasts.
9 Nineveh was like a pool of water for days—now they are fleeing. Stop, stop! Yet no one turns back.