Now, therefore, will I break his yoke from off thee, - and, thy fetters, will I tear off.

He that breaketh in pieces hath come up over thy face, Keep the keeps, - watch the way, brace the loins, make vigour very firm.

And it shall come to pass that, all who see thee, shall flee from thee, and shall say, Destroyed is Nineveh! Who will bemoan her? - Whence shall I seek any to comfort thee?

Art thou better than No-amon, who sat among the Nile-streams, waters round about her, - whose fortress was the sea, from the sea, her wall.

Thou too, shalt be drunken, thou shalt hide thyself, - thou too, shalt seek shelter from the foe: