Who may keep his place before his wrath? and who may undergo the heat of his passion? his wrath is let loose like fire and the rocks are broken open by him.

But like water overflowing he will take them away; he will put an end to those who come up against him, driving his haters into the dark.

For though they are like twisted thorns, and are overcome as with drink, they will come to destruction like stems of grass fully dry.

The body-covers of his fighting men have been made red, the men of war are clothed in bright red: the war-carriages are like flames of fire in the day when he gets ready, the horses are shaking.

The war-carriages are rushing through the streets, pushing against one another in the wide ways, looking like burning lights, running like thunder-flames.

And the queen is uncovered, she is taken away and her servant-girls are weeping like the sound of doves, hammering on their breasts.

But Nineveh is like a pool of water whose waters are flowing away; Keep your place, they say; but no one is turning back.

All your walled places will be like fig-trees and your people like the first figs, falling at a shake into the mouth which is open for them.

Your crowned ones are like the locusts, and your scribes like the clouds of insects which take cover in the walls on a cold day, but when the sun comes up they go in flight, and are seen no longer in their place.