2:3 The shields of his warriors are dyed red;
the mighty soldiers are dressed in scarlet garments.
The metal fittings
like
the soldiers brandish
2:4 The chariots
they rush back and forth
they look
they dash here and there
2:5 The commander
they stumble
they rush to the city wall
and they set up
2:6 The sluice gates
the royal palace is deluged
2:7 Nineveh
her slave girls moan
2:8 Nineveh was like a pool
but now
she cries out:
but no one turns back.
2:9 Her conquerors cry out:
“Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold!”
There is no end to the treasure;
riches of every kind of precious thing.
2:10 Destruction, devastation, and desolation!
Their hearts faint,
their knees tremble,
each stomach churns,