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The shields of his warriors are red;
    his soldiers are clothed in crimson.
The metal on the chariots flashes
    on the day when he musters them;
    the chargers[a] prance.(A)
The chariots race madly through the streets;
    they rush to and fro through the squares;
their appearance is like torches;
    they dart like lightning.(B)
He calls his officers;
    they stumble as they come forward;
they hasten to the wall,
    and the screen[b] is set up.
The river gates are opened;
    the palace trembles.
It is decreed[c] that the city[d] be exiled,
    its slave women led away,
moaning like doves
    and beating their breasts.(C)
Nineveh is like a pool
    whose waters[e] run away.
“Halt! Halt!”—
    but no one turns back.(D)
“Plunder the silver;
    plunder the gold!
There is no end of treasure!
    An abundance of every precious thing!”

10 Devastation, desolation, and destruction!
    Hearts faint and knees tremble;
all loins quake;
    all faces grow pale!(E)

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Footnotes

  1. 2.3 Cn Compare Gk Syr: Heb cypresses
  2. 2.5 Meaning of Heb uncertain
  3. 2.7 Meaning of Heb uncertain
  4. 2.7 Heb it
  5. 2.8 Cn Compare Gk: Heb a pool, from the days that she has become, and they

Shields flash red in the sunlight!
    See the scarlet uniforms of the valiant troops!
Watch as their glittering chariots move into position,
    with a forest of spears waving above them.[a]
The chariots race recklessly along the streets
    and rush wildly through the squares.
They flash like firelight
    and move as swiftly as lightning.
The king shouts to his officers;
    they stumble in their haste,
    rushing to the walls to set up their defenses.
The river gates have been torn open!
    The palace is about to collapse!
Nineveh’s exile has been decreed,
    and all the servant girls mourn its capture.
They moan like doves
    and beat their breasts in sorrow.
Nineveh is like a leaking water reservoir!
    The people are slipping away.
“Stop, stop!” someone shouts,
    but no one even looks back.
Loot the silver!
    Plunder the gold!
There’s no end to Nineveh’s treasures—
    its vast, uncounted wealth.
10 Soon the city is plundered, empty, and ruined.
    Hearts melt and knees shake.
The people stand aghast,
    their faces pale and trembling.

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Footnotes

  1. 2:3 Greek and Syriac versions read into position, / the horses whipped into a frenzy.