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Woe to the bloody city! It is all full of lies and robbery. The prey doesn’t depart. The noise of the whip, the noise of the rattling of wheels, prancing horses, and bounding chariots, the horseman mounting, and the flashing sword, the glittering spear, and a multitude of slain, and a great heap of corpses, and there is no end of the bodies. They stumble on their bodies, because of the multitude of the prostitution of the alluring prostitute, the mistress of witchcraft, who sells nations through her prostitution, and families through her witchcraft. “Behold, I am against you,” says Yahweh of Armies, “and I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show the nations your nakedness, and the kingdoms your shame. I will throw abominable filth on you, and make you vile, and will set you a spectacle. It will happen that all those who look at you will flee from you, and say, ‘Nineveh is laid waste! Who will mourn for her?’ Where will I seek comforters for you?”

Are you better than No-Amon,[a] who was situated among the rivers, who had the waters around her; whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was of the sea? Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength. Put and Libya were her helpers. 10 Yet was she carried away. She went into captivity. Her young children also were dashed in pieces at the head of all the streets, and they cast lots for her honorable men, and all her great men were bound in chains. 11 You also will be drunken. You will be hidden. You also will seek a stronghold because of the enemy. 12 All your fortresses will be like fig trees with the first-ripe figs: if they are shaken, they fall into the mouth of the eater. 13 Behold, your troops among you are women. The gates of your land are set wide open to your enemies. The fire has devoured your bars. 14 Draw water for the siege. Strengthen your fortresses. Go into the clay, and tread the mortar. Make the brick kiln strong. 15 There the fire will devour you. The sword will cut you off. It will devour you like the grasshopper. Multiply like grasshoppers. Multiply like the locust. 16 You have increased your merchants more than the stars of the skies. The grasshopper strips, and flees away. 17 Your guards are like the locusts, and your officials like the swarms of locusts, which settle on the walls on a cold day, but when the sun appears, they flee away, and their place is not known where they are. 18 Your shepherds slumber, king of Assyria. Your nobles lie down. Your people are scattered on the mountains, and there is no one to gather them. 19 There is no healing your wound, for your injury is fatal. All who hear the report of you clap their hands over you; for who hasn’t felt your endless cruelty?

Footnotes

  1. 3:8 or, Thebes

Woe to Nineveh

Woe to the bloody city!
    It is full of lies
and plunder.
    The prey never departs.
The noise of the whip
    and the noise of the rattling of the wheels,
galloping horses,
    and rushing chariots!
Horsemen charging
    with flashing sword
    and glittering spear.
Multitude of slain,
    great number of corpses,
dead bodies without end—
    they stumble on the corpses—
because of the countless harlotries of the seductive harlot,
    the mistress of sorceries,
who sells nations through her harlotries
    and families through her sorceries.

I am against you, says the Lord of Hosts;
    I will lift your skirts over your face,
and I will show the nations your nakedness,
    and the kingdoms your shame.
I will throw filth on you,
    and make you vile,
    and make you a spectacle.
All who look at you will flee from you, and say,
    “Nineveh is devastated! Who will lament for her?”
    Where shall I seek comforters for you?

Are you better than Thebes
    that sat by the Nile,
    with water around her,
whose rampart was the sea,
    and whose wall was the water?
Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength, and it was without limit;
    Put and Libya were her helpers.
10 Yet she went into exile,
    she went into captivity;
her young children were dashed to pieces
    at the head of every street;
they cast lots for her honorable men,
    and all her great men were bound in chains.
11 You also will be drunk;
    you will go into hiding;
    you will seek refuge from the enemy.

12 All your fortresses are like fig trees
    with first-ripe figs:
If they are shaken,
    they fall into the mouth of the eater.
13 Your troops
    are women in your midst!
The gates of your land
    are wide open to your enemies;
    fire has devoured your bars.

14 Draw water for the siege!
    Strengthen your forts!
Go into the clay and
    tread the mortar!
    Take hold of the brick mold!
15 There the fire will devour you,
    the sword will cut you off;
    it will eat you up like the locust.
Multiply yourselves—like the locust!
    Multiply—like the grasshopper!
16 You have multiplied your merchants
    more than the stars of heaven.
The locust plunders
    and flies away.
17 Your leaders are like grasshoppers,
    your commanders like swarms of locusts,
    which camp in the hedges on a cold day;
when the sun rises they fly away,
    and the place where they are is not known.

18 Your shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria;
    Your nobles lie in the dust.
Your people are scattered on the mountains,
    and no one gathers them.
19 There is no healing of your injury,
    your wound is grievous.
All who hear news about you
    clap their hands over you,
for upon whom has not your wickedness
    continually passed?