<t /><p class="poetry">Assyria, the club I use to vent my anger, is as good as dead,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">a cudgel with which I angrily punish.<n id="2" />p>

For very soon my fury<n id="1" /> will subside, and my anger will be directed toward their destruction.&#8221;

<p class="poetry">They come from a distant land,p> <p class="poetry">from the horizon.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">It is the <sc>Lordsc> with his instruments of judgment,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">coming to destroy the whole earth.<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">Look, the name<n id="1" /> of the <sc>Lordsc> comes from a distant placep> <p class="poetry">in raging anger and awesome splendor.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">He speaks angrilyp> <p class="poetry">and his word is like destructive fire.<n id="3" />p>