3 Woe, city of bloodshed,
    utterly deceitful, full of plunder—
    no end to the prey!^(A)
2 The crack of whip and rumble of wheel,
    galloping horse and bounding chariot!^(B)
3 Horsemen charging,
    flashing sword and glittering spear,
piles of dead,
    heaps of corpses,
dead bodies without end—
    they stumble over the bodies!^(C)

⁶ I will throw filth at you
    and treat you with contempt
    and make you a spectacle.^(A)
7 Then all who see you will shrink from you and say,
“Nineveh is devastated; who will bemoan her?”
    Where shall I seek comforters for you?^(B)