But with an overflowing flood, he will make a full end of her place, and will pursue his enemies into darkness.

He summons his picked troops. They stumble on their way. They dash to its wall, and the protective shield is put in place.

But Nineveh has been from of old like a pool of water, yet they flee away. "Stop! Stop!" they cry, but no one looks back.

Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength. Put and Libya were her helpers.

Your guards are like the locusts, and your officials like the swarms of locusts, which settle on the walls on a cold day, but when the sun appears, they flee away, and their place is not known where they are.