1 * Your enemy is coming to crush you, Nineveh.
Man the ramparts! Watch the roads!
Prepare your defenses! Call out your forces!
the Lord will restore its honor.
Israel’s vine has been stripped of branches,
but he will restore its splendor.
See the scarlet uniforms of the valiant troops!
Watch as their glittering chariots move into position,
with a forest of spears waving above them.*
and rush wildly through the squares.
They flash like firelight
and move as swiftly as lightning.
they stumble in their haste,
rushing to the walls to set up their defenses.
The palace is about to collapse!
and all the servant girls mourn its capture.
They moan like doves
and beat their breasts in sorrow.
The people are slipping away.
“Stop, stop!” someone shouts,
but no one even looks back.
Plunder the gold!
There’s no end to Nineveh’s treasures—
its vast, uncounted wealth.
Hearts melt and knees shake.
The people stand aghast,
their faces pale and trembling.
that den filled with young lions?
It was a place where people—like lions and their cubs—
walked freely and without fear.
and strangled prey for his mate.
He filled his den with prey,
his caverns with his plunder.
says the Lord of Heaven’s Armies.
“Your chariots will soon go up in smoke.
Your young men* will be killed in battle.
Never again will you plunder conquered nations.
The voices of your proud messengers will be heard no more.”