But with an overflowing flood
He will make a complete end of its site,
And will pursue His enemies into darkness.

Yet she became an exile,
She went into captivity;
Also her small children were dashed to pieces
At the head of every street;
They cast lots for her honorable men,
And all her great men were bound with fetters.

All your fortifications are fig trees with ripe fruit—
When shaken, they fall into the eater’s mouth.

Draw for yourself water for the siege!
Strengthen your fortifications!
Go into the clay and tread the mortar!
Take hold of the brick mold!