<p class="poetry">The <sc>Lordsc><n id="1" /> will attack the north<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and destroy Assyria.p> <p class="poetry">He will make Nineveh a heap of ruins;p> <p class="poetry">it will be as barren<n id="3" /> as the desert.p>

<p class="poetry">This is how the once-proud city will end up<n id="1" /> &#8211;p> <p class="poetry">the city that was so secure.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">She thought to herself,<n id="3" /> &#8220;I am unique! No one can compare to me!&#8221;<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">What a heap of ruins she has become, a place where wild animals live!p> <p class="poetry">Everyone who passes by her taunts her<n id="5" /> and shakes his fist.<n id="6" />p>