But Nineveh hath been from of old like a pool of water: yet they flee away. Stand, stand, they cry ; but none looketh back.

Where is the den of the lions, and the feeding-place of the young lions, where the lion and the lioness walked, the lion's whelp, and none made them afraid?

Thy shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria; thy nobles are at rest; thy people are scattered upon the mountains, and there is none to gather them.