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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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The shield of his mighty men is made red, the valiant men are in scarlet; the chariots shall be with flaming torches in the day of his preparation, and the fir trees shall be terribly shaken.

The chariots shall rage in the streets, they shall jostle one against another in the broad ways; they shall seem like torches, they shall run like the lightning.

He shall muster his worthies; they shall stumble in their walk; they shall make haste to the wall thereof, and the defense shall be prepared.

The gates of the rivers shall be opened, and the palace shall be dissolved.

And Huzzab shall be led away captive, she shall be brought up; and her maids shall lead her as with the voice of doves, beating upon their breasts.

But Nineveh is of old like a pool of water; yet they shall flee away. “Stand, stand!” shall they cry, but none shall look back.

Take ye the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold; for there is no end of the store and glory of all the pleasant furnishings.

10 She is empty and void and waste; and the heart melteth, and the knees smite together; and much pain is in all loins, and the faces of them all gather blackness.

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