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,
2:11 Where now is the den of the lions,
the feeding place
where
and no one disturbed them?
2:12 The lion tore apart as much prey as his cubs needed
and strangled prey to provide food
he filled
and his dens with torn flesh.