And the horseman charging, and the flashing sword, and gleaming weapons, and a multitude of the slain, and a heavy fall; and there was no end to her nations, and they will grow faint in their bodies.
Because of the multitude of harlotries of the beautiful and charming harlot, the mistress of sorceries, who sells nations by her harlotry and tribes by her sorceries.
Behold, I am against you, says the Lord God Almighty, and I will uncover your backside upon your face, and I will show the nations your shame and the kingdoms your dishonor.
Prepare a portion, tune a string; prepare a portion, Amon, you who dwell among rivers, with water around her, whose beginning is the sea and whose walls are water.
Yet she will go into exile as a captive, and her infants will be dashed to pieces at the head of all her streets, and they will cast lots for all her honored ones, and all her nobles will be bound in fetters.
Draw water for yourself for the siege, and take firm hold of your strongholds; go into the clay, be trodden down in the straw, take firm hold of the brick.
Your mixed multitude leaped like the wingless locust, like a locust settled on a hedge; in the days of frost the sun rose, and it leaped away, and no one knew its place. Woe to them!
Your shepherds have slumbered; the king of Assyria has put your mighty men to sleep. Your people departed to the mountains, and there was no one to receive them.
There is no healing for your injury; your wound has festered. All who hear the news of you will clap their hands over you, for upon whom has your wickedness not come continually?