3The shield of his mighty men is made red. The valiant men are in scarlet. The chariots flash with steel in the day of his preparation, and the pine spears are brandished.
4The chariots rage in the streets. They rush back and forth in the broad ways. Their appearance is like torches. They run like the lightnings.
5He summons his picked troops. They stumble on their way. They dash to its wall, and the protective shield is put in place.
6The gates of the rivers are opened, and the palace is dissolved.
7It is decreed: she is uncovered, she is carried away; and her handmaids moan as with the voice of doves, beating on their breasts.
8But Nineveh has been from of old like a pool of water, yet they flee away. "Stop! Stop!" they cry, but no one looks back.
9Take the spoil of silver. Take the spoil of gold, for there is no end of the store, the glory of all goodly furniture.
