ULT NAH Chapter 3

3 Woe to the city of bloodshed!

All of it is lies, full of plunder; the prey never departs.

2 The sound of a whip and the sound of a rattling wheel

and a galloping horse and a bounding chariot!

3 A charging horseman and a flash of a sword and a gleam of a spear and many slain and heaps of corpses.

There is no end to the dead bodies; they stumble over their dead bodies.

4 From the many harlotries of the prostitute, pleasing in beauty, the mistress of witchcraft,

the seller of nations through her prostitution, and peoples through her witchcraft.

5 “Behold me, against you—the declaration of Yahweh of armies—I will remove your skirt over your face

and show the nations your nakedness and the kingdoms your shame.

6 I will throw filth on you and regard you as vile; I will set you up as a spectacle.

7 It will come about that everyone looking at you will flee from you and say,

‘Nineveh is destroyed; who will sympathize with her?’

From where can I find a comforter for you?”

8 Are you better than Thebes, situated on the Nile River, water all around her,

whose defense was the sea, water her wall?

9 Cush and Egypt were her strength, and there was no end;

Put and Libya were among your allies.

10 Yet she as an exile went into captivity;

also her young children were dashed in pieces at the head of every street;

and for her honored ones they cast lots,

and all her great ones were bound in chains.

11 You also will become drunk; you will be hidden;

you also will seek a refuge from your enemy.

12 All of your fortresses are fig trees with first fruits:

if they are shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater.

13 Behold, your people are women in your midst;

the gates of your land opening have been opened to your enemies;

fire has devoured your bars.

14 Draw siege water for yourself; strengthen your fortresses;

go into the clay and tread in the mortar;

pick up the brick mold.

15 Fire will devour you there, and the sword will cut you off. It will devour you as the creeping locust.

Multiply yourself as the creeping locust; multiply yourself as the swarming locust!

16 You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the heavens; a locust stripped and flew away.

17 Your guards are like the locust, and your generals, like a swarm of locusts,

the ones settling on the walls on a cold day.

The sun shines and it flies away and its place is not known where they are.

18 King of Assyria, your shepherds are asleep; your nobles are lying down.

Your people are scattered on the mountains, and there is no one gathering them.

19 There is no relief for your destruction. Your wound is severe.

Everyone hearing the news of you will clap their hands over you.

For upon whom has not come your endless evil?