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Chapter 3
1 Woe to you, O city of blood, all full of lies and violence: rapine shall not depart from you.
2 The noise of the whip, and the noise of the rattling of the wheels, and of the neighing horse, and of the running chariot, and of the horsemen coming up,
3 And of the shining sword, and of the glittering spear, and of a multitude slain, and of a grievous destruction: and there is no end of carcasses, and they shall fall down on their dead bodies.
4 Because of the multitude of the fornications of the harlot that was beautiful and agreeable, and that made use of witchcraft, that sold nations through her fornications, and families through her witchcrafts.
5 Behold I come against you, said the Lord of hosts: and I will discover your shame to your face, and will shew your nakedness to the nations, and your shame to kingdoms.
6 And I will cast abominations upon you, and will disgrace you, and will make an example of you.
7 And it shall come to pass that every one that shall see you, shall flee from you, and shall say: Ninive is laid waste: who shall bemoan you? whence shall I seek a comforter for you?
8 are you better than the populous Alexandria, that dwells among the rivers? waters are round about it: the sea is its riches, the waters are its walls.
9 Ethiopia and Egypt were the strength thereof, and there is no end: Africa and the Libyans were your helpers.
10 Yet she also was removed and carried into captivity: her young children were dashed in pieces at the top of every street, and they cast lots upon her nobles, and all her great men were bound in fetters.
11 Therefore you also shall be made drunk, and shall be despised: and you shall seek help from the enemy.
12 All your strong holds shall be like fig trees with their green figs: if they be shaken, they shall fall into the mouth of the eater.
13 Behold your people in the midst of you are women: the gates of your land shall be set wide open to your enemies, the fire shall devour your bars.
14 Draw you water for the siege, build up your bulwarks: go into the clay, and tread, work it and make brick.
15 There shall the fire devour you: you shall perish by the sword, it shall devour you like the bruchus: assemble together like the bruchus, make yourself many like the locust.
16 You have multiplied your merchandises above the stars of heaven: the bruchus has spread himself and flown away.
17 your guards are like the locusts: and your little ones like the locusts of locusts which swarm on the hedges in the day of cold: the sun arose, and they flew away, and their place was not known where they were.
18 your shepherds have slumbered, O king of Assyria, your princes shall be buried: your people are hid in the mountains, and there is none to gather them together.
19 your destruction is not hidden, your wound is grievous: all that have heard the fame of you, have clapped their hands over you: for upon whom has not your wickedness passed continually?