Woeto the bloodycity!itisall fullof liesandrobbery;the preydeparteth
The noiseof a whip,and the noiseof the rattlingof the wheels,and of the pransinghorses,and of the jumpingchariots.
The horsemanlifteth upboth the brightswordand the glitteringspear:andthere isa multitudeof slain,and a greatnumber of carcases;andthere isnone endoftheircorpses;they stumbleupon their corpses:
Because of the multitudeof the whoredomsof the wellfavouredharlot,the mistressof witchcrafts,that sellethnationsthrough her whoredoms,and familiesthrough her witchcrafts.
Behold, Iamagainst thee, saiththe LORDof hosts;and I will discoverthy skirtsupon thy face,and I will shewthe nationsthy nakedness,and the kingdomsthy shame.
And I will castabominable filthupon thee, and make thee vile,and will setthee as a gazingstock.
And it shall come to pass,thatall they that lookupon thee shall fleefrom thee, and say,Ninevehis laid waste:who will bemoanher? whenceshall I seekcomforters
Art thou betterthan populousNo,that was situateamong the rivers,that hadthe watersround aboutit, whose rampartwasthe sea,andher wallwasfrom the sea?
Yetwasshe carried away,she wentinto captivity:her young childrenalso were dashed in piecesat the topof all the streets:and they castlotsfor her honourable men,and all her great menwere boundin chains.
Thou also shalt be drunken:thou shalt be hid,thou also shalt seekstrengthbecause of the enemy.
All thy strong holdsshall be likefig treeswith the firstripe figs:if they be shaken,they shall even fallinto the mouthof the eater.
Behold, thy peoplein the midstof theearewomen:the gatesof thy landshall be set wideopenunto thine enemies:the fireshall devourthy bars.
There shall the firedevourthee; the swordshall cut thee off,it shall eat thee uplike the cankerworm:make thyself manyas the cankerworm,make thyself manyas the locusts.
Thou hast multipliedthy merchantsabove the starsof heaven:the cankerwormspoileth,and flieth away.
Thy crownedareas the locusts,and thy captainsas the great grasshoppers,which campin the hedgesin the coldday,butwhen the sunariseththey flee away,and their placeis not knownwhere
Thy shepherdsslumber,O kingof Assyria:thy noblesshall dwellin the dust: thy peopleis scatteredupon the mountains,and no man gathereth
There isno healingof thy bruise;thy woundis grievous:all that hearthe bruitof thee shall clapthe handsover thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickednesspassedcontinually?
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