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.
2:13 “I am against you!” declares
“I will burn your chariots
the sword will devour your young lions;
you will no longer prey upon the land;
the voices of your messengers