A GOD jealous and avenging, is Yahweh, an avenger, is Yahweh, and a lord of wrath, an avenger, is Yahweh towards his adversaries, and, a retainer of anger , is he to his foes.

Yahweh, is slow to anger, but great in vigour, He will not leave, unpunished, as for Yahweh, in storm-wind and in tempest, is his way, and, clouds, are the dust of his feet.

Who rebuketh the sea and hath made it dry, and, all the streams, hath he dried up, - withered are Bashan and Carmel, Even the bloom of Lebanon, is withered:

Good is Yahweh, as a protection in the day of distress, - and one who acknowledgeth them who seek refuge in him.

What can ye devise against Yahweh? A full end, is he making, - Distress, shall not rise up twice:

Though they were like thorns intertwined, and as drunkards drenched with their drink, yet have they been devoured, like stubble fully dry.

The shield of his heroes, is made red, the men of war, are clad in crimson, on fire, are the chariot-steels, on the day he maketh ready, - and, the lances, are put in motion.

In the streets, madly go the chariots, they rush along in the broadways, - their appearance, is like torches, as lightnings, hither and thither do they run.

Let him call to mind his nobles, they shall stumble as they go - let them hasten to her wall, yet the storming cover, is prepared.

And, Huzzab, hath been taken captive - hath been led up, - and, her handmaids, are making a moan like the sound of doves, as they taber upon their heart.

Yet, as for Nineveh, like a reservoir of waters, are her waters, - but, those men, are in flight! Stand! stand but no one is turning.

Plunder silver, plunder gold, - and there is no end to the costly furnishing, rich with every article of delight.

Emptiness, yea turned to emptiness, aye deserted is she ! with, heart, unnerved, and, a tottering, of knees, and, anguish, in all loins, and, the faces of them all, have withdrawn their colour.

Where is the lair of the lions? Yea the very feeding-place of the young lions, - where walked the lion, the lioness, the lion's whelp, with none to make them afraid?

And I will cast upon thee abominable filth, and treat thee as foolish, - and set thee as a gazing-stock.

And it shall come to pass that, all who see thee, shall flee from thee, and shall say, Destroyed is Nineveh! Who will bemoan her? - Whence shall I seek any to comfort thee?

Art thou better than No-amon, who sat among the Nile-streams, waters round about her, - whose fortress was the sea, from the sea, her wall.

There, shall a fire devour thee, the sword, shall cut thee off, it shall devour thee like the grass locust, make thyself numerous like the grass locust, make thyself numerous as the swarming locust:

Thy mercenary crowds, are like the swarming locust, and, thy mixed multitudes, like locusts - swarms of locusts, - which settle in the hedges on a cold day, the sun, hath broken forth, and they are in flight, and unknown is the place where they are!

Asleep are thy shepherds, O king of Assyria, thy nobles, must needs rest. Scattered are thy people upon the mountains, and there is none to gather them.

No lessening of thine injury, grievous is thy wound, - all who have heard the report of thee, have clapped their hands over thee, for, upon whom, hath not thy cruelty passed without ceasing?