Study Desk

The shields of his soldiers are red; the warriors are clad in scarlet. The metal on the chariots flashes on the day they are made ready; the spears of pine are brandished. ^(F3)

The chariots storm through the streets, rushing back and forth through the squares. They look like flaming torches; they dart about like lightning.

He summons his picked troops, yet they stumble on their way. They dash to the city wall; the protective shield is put in place.

The river gates are thrown open and the palace collapses.

It is decreed that the city be exiled and carried away. Its slave girls moan like doves and beat upon their breasts.

Nineveh is like a pool, and its water is draining away. "Stop! Stop!" they cry, but no one turns back.

Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! The supply is endless, the wealth from all its treasures!

She is pillaged, plundered, stripped! Hearts melt, knees give way, bodies tremble, every face grows pale.