What imagine ye against the LORD? He makes an utter end: ye shall not be troubled twice.

The water ports shall be opened, and the king's palace shall fall.

Nineveh is like a pool full of water, but then shall they be fain to flee. "Stand, stand," shall they cry, and there shall not one turn back.

All thy strong cities shall be like fig trees with ripe figs: which when a man shaketh, they fall into the mouth of the eater.

Draw water now against thou be besieged, make up thy strongholds, go into the clay, temper the mortar, make strong brick: