1 Oy , bloody city! Full of deceit, full of plunder. The prey never departs.
2 crack of whip, rattling of wheels, horse galloping, chariot jolting,
3 horseman climbing up, blade of sword and flash of spear, Many slain, a mass of corpses —no end to the corpses— they stumble over their corpses!
4 Because of the many fornications of the elegant prostitute, the mistress of sorceries, who sells nations by her fornications, and clans through her sorceries—