8
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.
9
Take the spoil of silver. Take the spoil of gold, for there is no end of the store, the glory of all goodly furniture.
10
She is empty, void, and waste. The heart melts, the knees knock together, their bodies and faces have grown pale.