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.
11 Emptiness, desolation, waste! Heart melting, knees buckling, anguish in all the loins, all their faces grown pale!
12 Where is the lions’ den, the feeding place for young lions— where the lion went for a lion’s cub— with nothing to disturb them?
13 The lion rips enough for his cubs, strangles prey for his lionesses. Yes, he fills his den with prey, his lair with torn flesh.