¹² The lion has torn enough for his whelps
    and strangled prey for his lionesses;
he has filled his caves with prey
    and his dens with torn flesh.^(A)

3 Woe, city of bloodshed,
    utterly deceitful, full of plunder—
    no end to the prey!^(C)
2 The crack of whip and rumble of wheel,
    galloping horse and bounding chariot!^(D)
3 Horsemen charging,
    flashing sword and glittering spear,
piles of dead,
    heaps of corpses,
dead bodies without end—
    they stumble over the bodies!^(E)
4 Because of the countless debaucheries of the prostitute,
    gracefully alluring, mistress of sorcery,
who enslaves^[b] nations through her debaucheries
    and peoples through her sorcery,^(F)
5 I am against you,
    says the Lord of hosts,
    and will lift up your skirts over your face,
and I will let nations look on your nakedness
    and kingdoms on your shame.^(G)
6 I will throw filth at you
    and treat you with contempt
    and make you a spectacle.^(H)