Seize ye silver, seize ye gold, And there is no end to the prepared things, To the abundance of all desirable vessels.

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.

Cush her might, and Egypt, and there is no end. Put and Lubim have been for thy help.

What imagine ye against the LORD? He makes an utter end: ye shall not be troubled twice.

Behold, I will upon thee, sayeth the LORD of Hosts, and will set fire upon thy chariots that they shall smoke withal, and the sword shall devour thy young lions. I will make an end of thy spoiling from out of the earth, and the voice of thy messengers shall no more be heard.

And with a flood passing over, An end He maketh of its place, And His enemies doth darkness pursue.