He rebukes the sea and makes it dry;
He dries up all the rivers.
Bashan and Carmel wither;
The blossoms of Lebanon wither.

Who can stand before His indignation?
Who can endure the burning of His anger?
His wrath is poured out like fire
And the rocks are broken up by Him.

Whatever you devise against the Lord,
He will make a complete end of it.
Distress will not rise up twice.

The one who scatters has come up against you.
Man the fortress, watch the road;
Strengthen your back, summon all your strength.

He remembers his nobles;
They stumble in their march,
They hurry to her wall,
And the mantelet is set up.

“Behold, I am against you,” declares the Lord of hosts. “I will burn up her chariots in smoke, a sword will devour your young lions; I will cut off your prey from the land, and no longer will the voice of your messengers be heard.”

The noise of the whip,
The noise of the rattling of the wheel,
Galloping horses
And bounding chariots!

“Behold, I am against you,” declares the Lord of hosts;
“And I will lift up your skirts over your face,
And show to the nations your nakedness
And to the kingdoms your disgrace.

“I will throw filth on you
And make you vile,
And set you up as a spectacle.