Moab will be destroyed and no longer be a nation, because she has vaunted herself against the Lord.

The sea has swept over Babylon. She has been covered by a multitude of its waves.

But this I call to mind; therefore I have hope:

“My portion is the Lord,” I have said to myself, so I will put my hope in him.

Why should any living person complain when punished for his sins?

Streams of tears flow from my eyes because my people are destroyed.

We are pursued – they are breathing down our necks; we are weary and have no rest.

For wild animals are prowling over Mount Zion, which lies desolate.

When they moved they would go in any of the four directions they faced without turning as they moved.

“You, son of man, sing a lament for Tyre.

I will put your flesh on the mountains, and fill the valleys with your maggot-infested carcass.

Now all of this happened to King Nebuchadnezzar.

Samaria and its king will be carried off like a twig on the surface of the waters.

When they were fed, they became satisfied; when they were satisfied, they became proud; as a result, they forgot me!

So I will pounce on them like a lion; like a leopard I will lurk by the path.

Wail like a young virgin clothed in sackcloth, lamenting the death of her husband-to-be.

The Lord decided not to do this. “It will not happen,” the Lord said.

I will strike you brutally and destroy you because of your sin.

The earth will become desolate because of what its inhabitants have done.

From you, O Nineveh, one has marched forth who plots evil against the Lord, a wicked military strategist.