Yahweh is slow to anger but great [in] power; he will certainly not allow [the guilty] to go unpunished. {He marches} in storm wind and in gale; storm clouds [are the] dust of his feet.

But with a rushing torrent he will bring [Nineveh] to an end; he will chase his enemies into darkness.

{Her goddess is taken out and taken into exile}; her maidservants moan like doves; they beat on their breasts.

Nineveh [is] like a pool of water without its water. {As they flee}, [she cries,] "Stop! Stop!" But there is no one who turns back.

Cush [was] her strength, Egypt without end; Put and Libya were among {your allies}.

Draw water for a siege! Strengthen your fortifications! Go to the mud [pit]! Trample the clay! Grasp the brick mold!