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The shields of his mighty men are soaked red,
    even the mighty men are clad in red.
In the day he prepares the chariots,
    they are like a fire of iron.
    The cypress spears are ready.
The chariots run wildly through the streets,
    they rush to and fro in the open areas;
their appearance is like torches,
    they dash to and fro like lightning.

He remembers his officers
    as they stumble about on the road;
they hurry on to the wall
    as the siege tower is set up.
The holding gates are opened wide,
    and the palace washes away.
It is decreed:
    She is uncovered and led away captive;
her handmaidens shall lead her as with the voice of doves,
    beating their chests.
Nineveh is like a pool
    whose waters run away.
“Halt! Halt!” they cry,
    but no one turns back.
“Plunder the silver!
    Plunder the gold!
There is no limit to the treasure,
    or to the wealth of every precious thing.”
10 She is desolate, empty, and waste!
    Hearts melt away, and knees shake;
    pain is in all the loins, and all their faces grow pale.

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