The bloody town
Trouble is coming to the city of blood, full of lies and plunder, and the prey never leaves it. The crack of the whip, the rumble of wheels, galloping horses and jolting chariots. Charging horsemen, flashing swords, glittering spears. Many killed, heaps of bodies, corpses without end — men stumbling over the dead. All because of the endless prostitution of the beautiful prostitute, the mistress of witchcraft, who sells nations through her prostitution and families through her witchcraft. I am against you, says the Lord Almighty. I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show the nations your nakedness and the kingdoms your shame. I will throw filth at you, treat you with contempt, and make a spectacle of you. And everyone who looks at you will turn away and say, Nineveh is laid waste. Who will grieve for her? Where will I find anyone to comfort you? Are you any better than populous No, sitting among the rivers, with water all around her, whose rampart was the sea and whose wall was from the sea? Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength, and it was without end. Put and Lubim were among her helpers. Yet she was carried off. She went into captivity. Her infants were dashed to pieces at the head of every street. They cast lots for her nobles, and all her great men were put in chains. You too will be drunk. You will be hidden. You too will seek strength because of the enemy. All your strongholds are fig trees with the first ripe fruit: shake them, and the figs fall into the mouth of the eater. Look, the people among you are women. The gates of your land will be set wide open to your enemies, and fire will devour your bars. Draw water for the siege. Strengthen your strongholds. Get into the clay, tread the mortar, and make the brickkiln strong. There the fire will devour you and the sword will cut you off. It will eat you up like the cankerworm. Multiply yourself like the cankerworm; multiply yourself like the locusts. You have multiplied your merchants above the stars of heaven. The cankerworm spoils and flies away. Your crowned are like the locusts, and your captains like the great grasshoppers that camp in the hedges on a cold day. But when the sun rises they flee away, and no one knows where they are. Your shepherds are asleep, king of Assyria. Your nobles lie down in the dust. Your people are scattered on the mountains, and there is no one to gather them. There's no healing your injury. Your wound is fatal. Everyone who hears the news about you claps their hands over your downfall — because who hasn't suffered from your endless wickedness?
Trouble is coming to the bloody town, all of it full of lies and robbery. The prey doesn't leave. There's the noise of the whip and the noise of rattling wheels, and horses charging and chariots jumping. The horseman lifting up the bright sword and the flashing spear. And plenty of killed, a great heap of bodies, and no end to the dead. They stumble over their bodies. Because of all the whoring of the prostitute who looks so good, the mistress of sorceries, who sells nations by her whoring and families by her sorceries. Look — I'm against you, says the Lord Almighty. And I'll pull your skirts up over your face, and I'll show the nations your nakedness and the kingdoms your shame. And I'll throw filth on you and make you look cheap, and set you up as something to stare at. And everyone who looks at you will run off from you and say: Nineveh is wrecked. Who'll be sorry for her? Where will I look for comforters for you? Are you better than No Amon, that sat among the rivers with the waters round her, whose rampart was the sea and whose wall was the sea? Cush and Egypt were her strength, and there was no end to it. Put and Libya were her helpers. But she was carried off. She went into captivity. Her little ones were dashed to pieces at the head of every street. And they cast lots for her honoured men, and all her great men were bound in chains. You'll be drunk too. You'll be hidden. You'll look for a stronghold too because of the enemy. All your strongholds are like fig trees with the first ripe figs. If they're shaken, they fall into the mouth of the one eating. Look — your people among you are women. The gates of your land will be thrown wide open to the ones against you. The fire will eat your bars. Draw yourself water for the siege. Make your strongholds strong. Get into the clay and tread the mortar. Mend the brick kiln. There the fire will eat you up. The sword will cut you off. It'll eat you up like the locust. Make yourself as many as the locusts. Make yourself as many as the grasshoppers. You've made your traders more than the stars of the sky. The locust strips and flies away. Your officers are like the grasshoppers, and your captains like great locusts that camp in the fences on a cold day. When the sun comes up they fly off, and nobody knows where they are. Your shepherds are asleep, king of Assyria. Your nobles will live in the dust. Your people are scattered on the mountains, with nobody to gather them. There's no healing for your fracture. Your wound is bad. Everyone who hears the news about you will clap their hands over you. Because who hasn't had your wickedness go over them all the time?
Woe to the bloody city! it is all full of lies and robbery; the prey departeth not; The noise of a whip, and the noise of the rattling of the wheels, and of the pransing horses, and of the jumping chariots. The horseman lifteth up both the bright sword and the glittering spear: and there is a multitude of slain, and a great number of carcases; and there is none end of their corpses; they stumble upon their corpses: Because of the multitude of the whoredoms of the wellfavoured harlot, the mistress of witchcrafts, that selleth nations through her whoredoms, and families through her witchcrafts. Behold, I am against thee, saith the LORD of hosts; and I will discover thy skirts upon thy face, and I will shew the nations thy nakedness, and the kingdoms thy shame. And I will cast abominable filth upon thee, and make thee vile, and will set thee as a gazingstock. And it shall come to pass, that all they that look upon thee shall flee from thee, and say, Nineveh is laid waste: who will bemoan her? whence shall I seek comforters for thee? Art thou better than populous No, that was situate among the rivers, that had the waters round about it, whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was from the sea? Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength, and it was infinite; Put and Lubim were thy helpers. Yet was she carried away, she went into captivity: her young children also were dashed in pieces at the top of all the streets: and they cast lots for her honourable men, and all her great men were bound in chains. Thou also shalt be drunken: thou shalt be hid, thou also shalt seek strength because of the enemy. All thy strong holds shall be like fig trees with the firstripe figs: if they be shaken, they shall even fall into the mouth of the eater. Behold, thy people in the midst of thee are women: the gates of thy land shall be set wide open unto thine enemies: the fire shall devour thy bars. Draw thee waters for the siege, fortify thy strong holds: go into clay, and tread the morter, make strong the brickkiln. There shall the fire devour thee; the sword shall cut thee off, it shall eat thee up like the cankerworm: make thyself many as the cankerworm, make thyself many as the locusts. Thou hast multiplied thy merchants above the stars of heaven: the cankerworm spoileth, and fleeth away. Thy crowned are as the locusts, and thy captains as the great grasshoppers, which camp in the hedges in the cold day, but when the sun ariseth they flee away, and their place is not known where they are. Thy shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria: thy nobles shall dwell in the dust: thy people is scattered upon the mountains, and no man gathereth them. There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?
Trouble is coming to the city of blood, full of lies and plunder, and the prey never leaves it.
Trouble is coming to the bloody town, all of it full of lies and robbery. The prey doesn't leave.
Woe to the bloody city! it is all full of lies and robbery; the prey departeth not;
The crack of the whip, the rumble of wheels, galloping horses and jolting chariots.
There's the noise of the whip and the noise of rattling wheels, and horses charging and chariots jumping.
The noise of a whip, and the noise of the rattling of the wheels, and of the pransing horses, and of the jumping chariots.
Charging horsemen, flashing swords, glittering spears. Many killed, heaps of bodies, corpses without end — men stumbling over the dead.
The horseman lifting up the bright sword and the flashing spear. And plenty of killed, a great heap of bodies, and no end to the dead. They stumble over their bodies.
The horseman lifteth up both the bright sword and the glittering spear: and there is a multitude of slain, and a great number of carcases; and there is none end of their corpses; they stumble upon their corpses:
All because of the endless prostitution of the beautiful prostitute, the mistress of witchcraft, who sells nations through her prostitution and families through her witchcraft.
Because of all the whoring of the prostitute who looks so good, the mistress of sorceries, who sells nations by her whoring and families by her sorceries.
Because of the multitude of the whoredoms of the wellfavoured harlot, the mistress of witchcrafts, that selleth nations through her whoredoms, and families through her witchcrafts.
I am against you, says the Lord Almighty. I will lift your skirts over your face. I will show the nations your nakedness and the kingdoms your shame.
Look — I'm against you, says the Lord Almighty. And I'll pull your skirts up over your face, and I'll show the nations your nakedness and the kingdoms your shame.
Behold, I am against thee, saith the LORD of hosts; and I will discover thy skirts upon thy face, and I will shew the nations thy nakedness, and the kingdoms thy shame.
I will throw filth at you, treat you with contempt, and make a spectacle of you.
And I'll throw filth on you and make you look cheap, and set you up as something to stare at.
And I will cast abominable filth upon thee, and make thee vile, and will set thee as a gazingstock.
And everyone who looks at you will turn away and say, Nineveh is laid waste. Who will grieve for her? Where will I find anyone to comfort you?
And everyone who looks at you will run off from you and say: Nineveh is wrecked. Who'll be sorry for her? Where will I look for comforters for you?
And it shall come to pass, that all they that look upon thee shall flee from thee, and say, Nineveh is laid waste: who will bemoan her? whence shall I seek comforters for thee?
Are you any better than populous No, sitting among the rivers, with water all around her, whose rampart was the sea and whose wall was from the sea?
Are you better than No Amon, that sat among the rivers with the waters round her, whose rampart was the sea and whose wall was the sea?
Art thou better than populous No, that was situate among the rivers, that had the waters round about it, whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was from the sea?
Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength, and it was without end. Put and Lubim were among her helpers.
Cush and Egypt were her strength, and there was no end to it. Put and Libya were her helpers.
Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength, and it was infinite; Put and Lubim were thy helpers.
Yet she was carried off. She went into captivity. Her infants were dashed to pieces at the head of every street. They cast lots for her nobles, and all her great men were put in chains.
But she was carried off. She went into captivity. Her little ones were dashed to pieces at the head of every street. And they cast lots for her honoured men, and all her great men were bound in chains.
Yet was she carried away, she went into captivity: her young children also were dashed in pieces at the top of all the streets: and they cast lots for her honourable men, and all her great men were bound in chains.
You too will be drunk. You will be hidden. You too will seek strength because of the enemy.
You'll be drunk too. You'll be hidden. You'll look for a stronghold too because of the enemy.
Thou also shalt be drunken: thou shalt be hid, thou also shalt seek strength because of the enemy.
All your strongholds are fig trees with the first ripe fruit: shake them, and the figs fall into the mouth of the eater.
All your strongholds are like fig trees with the first ripe figs. If they're shaken, they fall into the mouth of the one eating.
All thy strong holds shall be like fig trees with the firstripe figs: if they be shaken, they shall even fall into the mouth of the eater.
Look, the people among you are women. The gates of your land will be set wide open to your enemies, and fire will devour your bars.
Look — your people among you are women. The gates of your land will be thrown wide open to the ones against you. The fire will eat your bars.
Behold, thy people in the midst of thee are women: the gates of thy land shall be set wide open unto thine enemies: the fire shall devour thy bars.
Draw water for the siege. Strengthen your strongholds. Get into the clay, tread the mortar, and make the brickkiln strong.
Draw yourself water for the siege. Make your strongholds strong. Get into the clay and tread the mortar. Mend the brick kiln.
Draw thee waters for the siege, fortify thy strong holds: go into clay, and tread the morter, make strong the brickkiln.
There the fire will devour you and the sword will cut you off. It will eat you up like the cankerworm. Multiply yourself like the cankerworm; multiply yourself like the locusts.
There the fire will eat you up. The sword will cut you off. It'll eat you up like the locust. Make yourself as many as the locusts. Make yourself as many as the grasshoppers.
There shall the fire devour thee; the sword shall cut thee off, it shall eat thee up like the cankerworm: make thyself many as the cankerworm, make thyself many as the locusts.
You have multiplied your merchants above the stars of heaven. The cankerworm spoils and flies away.
You've made your traders more than the stars of the sky. The locust strips and flies away.
Thou hast multiplied thy merchants above the stars of heaven: the cankerworm spoileth, and fleeth away.
Your crowned are like the locusts, and your captains like the great grasshoppers that camp in the hedges on a cold day. But when the sun rises they flee away, and no one knows where they are.
Your officers are like the grasshoppers, and your captains like great locusts that camp in the fences on a cold day. When the sun comes up they fly off, and nobody knows where they are.
Thy crowned are as the locusts, and thy captains as the great grasshoppers, which camp in the hedges in the cold day, but when the sun ariseth they flee away, and their place is not known where they are.
Your shepherds are asleep, king of Assyria. Your nobles lie down in the dust. Your people are scattered on the mountains, and there is no one to gather them.
Your shepherds are asleep, king of Assyria. Your nobles will live in the dust. Your people are scattered on the mountains, with nobody to gather them.
Thy shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria: thy nobles shall dwell in the dust: thy people is scattered upon the mountains, and no man gathereth them.
There's no healing your injury. Your wound is fatal. Everyone who hears the news about you claps their hands over your downfall — because who hasn't suffered from your endless wickedness?
There's no healing for your fracture. Your wound is bad. Everyone who hears the news about you will clap their hands over you. Because who hasn't had your wickedness go over them all the time?
There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?