For now will I break his yoke from off thee, and will burst thy bonds in sunder.

Their chariots storm through the streets, jostling each other along broad avenues. They look like torches, as they dart around like lightning.

He shall make mention of his chiefs: they shall be weak in their goings; they shall hasten to her wall, and the covering was prepared.

Destruction, devastation, and desolation! Their hearts faint, their knees tremble, each stomach churns, each face turns pale!

And it hath come to pass, Each of thy beholders fleeth from thee, And hath said: 'Spoiled is Nineveh, Who doth bemoan for her?' Whence do I seek comforters for thee?

Behold, your people are [as weak and helpless as] women in your midst!
The gates of your land are opened wide to your enemies;
Fire consumes the bars across your gates.