Nahum 3:1-3 - The Doom Of The Wicked City Is Certain

¹ Woe to the city of blood, She is all with lies -- burglary -- full, Prey doth not depart. ² The sound of a whip, And the sound of the rattling of a wheel, And of a prancing horse, and of a bounding chariot, Of a horseman mounting. ³ And the flame of a sword, and the lightning of a spear, And the abundance of the wounded, And the weight of carcases, Yea, there is no end to the bodies, They stumble over their bodies.