For he has satisfied those who thirst, and those who hunger he has filled with food.

Your plunder disappears as if locusts were eating it; they swarm over it like locusts!

Like a roaring lion or a roving bear, so is a wicked ruler over a poor people.

They rush into the city; they scale its walls. They climb up into the houses; they go in through the windows like a thief.

The chariots race madly through the streets, they rush back and forth in the broad plazas; they look like lightning bolts, they dash here and there like flashes of lightning.

It will be like a hungry man dreaming that he is eating, only to awaken and find that his stomach is empty. It will be like a thirsty man dreaming that he is drinking, only to awaken and find that he is still weak and his thirst unquenched. So it will be for the horde from all the nations that fight against Mount Zion.