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.
10 Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! For there is no end of treasure— glory from everything precious.