1
Woe
to
the
bloody
city!
it
[is]
all
full
of
lies
[and]
robbery;
the
prey
departeth
not;
2
The
noise
of
a
whip,
and
the
noise
of
the
rattling
of
the
wheels,
and
of
the
pransing
horses,
and
of
the
jumping
chariots.
3
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:
4
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.
5
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.
6
And
I
will
cast
abominable
filth
upon
thee,
and
make
thee
vile,
and
will
set
thee
as
a
gazingstock.
7
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?
8
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?
9
Ethiopia
and
Egypt
[were]
her
strength,
and
[it
was]
infinite;
Put
and
Lubim
were
thy
helpers.
10
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.
11
Thou
also
shalt
be
drunken:
thou
shalt
be
hid,
thou
also
shalt
seek
strength
because
of
the
enemy.
12
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.
13
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.
14
Draw
thee
waters
for
the
siege,
fortify
thy
strong
holds:
go
into
clay,
and
tread
the
morter,
make
strong
the
brickkiln.
15
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.
16
Thou
hast
multiplied
thy
merchants
above
the
stars
of
heaven:
the
cankerworm
spoileth,
and
flieth
away.
17
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].
18
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].
19
[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?