1 Woe to the city of blood,
full of lies,
full of plunder,
never without victims!
the clatter of wheels,
galloping horses
and jolting chariots!
flashing swords
and glittering spears!
Many casualties,
piles of dead,
bodies without number,
people stumbling over the corpses —
alluring, the mistress of sorceries,
who enslaved nations by her prostitution
and peoples by her witchcraft.
“I will lift your skirts over your face.
I will show the nations your nakedness
and the kingdoms your shame.
I will treat you with contempt
and make you a spectacle.
‘Nineveh is in ruins — who will mourn for her?’
Where can I find anyone to comfort you?”
situated on the Nile,
with water around her?
The river was her defense,
the waters her wall.
Put and Libya were among her allies.
and went into exile.
Her infants were dashed to pieces
at every street corner.
Lots were cast for her nobles,
and all her great men were put in chains.
you will go into hiding
and seek refuge from the enemy.
with their first ripe fruit;
when they are shaken,
the figs fall into the mouth of the eater.
they are all weaklings.
The gates of your land
are wide open to your enemies;
fire has consumed the bars of your gates.
strengthen your defenses!
Work the clay,
tread the mortar,
repair the brickwork!
the sword will cut you down —
they will devour you like a swarm of locusts.
Multiply like grasshoppers,
multiply like locusts!
till they are more numerous than the stars in the sky,
but like locusts they strip the land
and then fly away.
your officials like swarms of locusts
that settle in the walls on a cold day —
but when the sun appears they fly away,
and no one knows where.
your nobles lie down to rest.
Your people are scattered on the mountains
with no one to gather them.
your wound is fatal.
All who hear the news about you
clap their hands at your fall,
for who has not felt
your endless cruelty?