He rebukes the sea and makes it dry; he dries up all the rivers; Bashan and Carmel wither; the bloom of Lebanon withers.

The mountains quake before him; the hills melt; the earth heaves before him, the world and all who dwell in it.

The Destruction of Nineveh

The scatterer has come up against you. Man the ramparts; watch the road; dress for battle; collect all your strength.

Plunder the silver, plunder the gold! There is no end of the treasure or of the wealth of all precious things.

Desolate! Desolation and ruin! Hearts melt and knees tremble; anguish is in all loins; all faces grow pale!

Woe to Nineveh

Woe to the bloody city, all full of lies and plunder— no end to the prey!

And all for the countless whorings of the prostitute, graceful and of deadly charms, who betrays nations with her whorings, and peoples with her charms.

And all who look at you will shrink from you and say, “Wasted is Nineveh; who will grieve for her?” Where shall I seek comforters for you?

Yet she became an exile; she went into captivity; her infants were dashed in pieces at the head of every street; for her honored men lots were cast, and all her great men were bound in chains.

All your fortresses are like fig trees with first-ripe figs— if shaken they fall into the mouth of the eater.

There is no easing your hurt; your wound is grievous. All who hear the news about you clap their hands over you. For upon whom has not come your unceasing evil?