Woeto the bloodycity!itisall fullof liesandrobbery;the preydepartsnot;
The noiseof a whip,and the noiseof the rattlingof the wheels,and of the pransinghorses,and of the jumpingchariots.
The horsemanlifts upboth the brightswordand the glitteringspear:andthere isa multitudeof slain,and a greatnumber of carcasses;andthere isno endoftheircorpses;they stumbleupon their corpses:
Because of the multitudeof the prostitutionof the wellfavouredprostitute,the mistressof witchcrafts,that sellsnationsthrough her prostitution,and familiesthrough her witchcrafts.
Look, Iamagainst you, saysthe LORDof hosts;and I will discoveryour skirtsupon your face,and I will showthe nationsyour nakedness,and the kingdomsyour shame.
And I will castabominable filthupon you, and make you vile,and will setyou as a gazingstock.
And it shall happen,thatall they that lookupon you shall fleefrom you, and say,Ninevehis laid waste:who will bemoanher? whenceshall I seekcomfortersfor you?
Are you betterthan populousNo,that was situateamong the rivers,that hadthe watersround aboutit, whose rampartwasthe sea,andher wallwasfrom the sea?
Ethiopiaand Egyptwereher strength,andit wasinfinite;Putand Lubimwere your helpers.
Yetwasshe carried away,she wentinto captivity:her young childrenalso were dashed in piecesat the topof all the streets:and they castlotsfor her honorable men,and all her great menwere boundin chains.
You also shall be drunken:you shall be hid,you also shall seekstrengthbecause of the enemy.
All your strong holdsshall be likefig treeswith the firstripe figs:if they be shaken,they shall even fallinto the mouthof the eater.
Look, your peoplein the midstof youarewomen:the gatesof your landshall be set wideopento your enemies:the fireshall devouryour bars.
There shall the firedevouryou; the swordshall cut you off,it shall eat you uplike the cankerworm:make yourself manyas the cankerworm,make yourself manyas the locusts.
You have multipliedyour merchantsabove the starsof heaven:the cankerwormspoils,and flies away.
Your crownedareas the locusts,and your captainsas the great grasshoppers,which campin the hedgesin the coldday,butwhen the sunarisesthey flee away,and their placeis not knownwherethey are.
Your shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria: your nobles shall dwell in the dust: your people is scattered upon the mountains, and no man gathers them.
There isno healingof your bruise;your woundis grievous:all that hearthe reportof you shall clapthe handsover you: for upon whom has not your wickednesspassedcontinually?
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