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The noise of a whip And the noise of rattling wheels, Of galloping horses, Of clattering chariots!
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Horsemen charge with bright sword and glittering spear. There is a multitude of slain, A great number of bodies, Countless corpses-- They stumble over the corpses--
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Because of the multitude of harlotries of the seductive harlot, The mistress of sorceries, Who sells nations through her harlotries, And families through her sorceries.
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"Behold, I am against you," says the Lord of hosts; "I will lift your skirts over your face, I will show the nations your nakedness, And the kingdoms your shame.
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I will cast abominable filth upon you, Make you vile, And make you a spectacle.
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It shall come to pass that all who look upon you Will flee from you, and say, 'Nineveh is laid waste! Who will bemoan her?' Where shall I seek comforters for you?"
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Are you better than No Amon That was situated by the River, That had the waters around her, Whose rampart was the sea, Whose wall was the sea?
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Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength, And it was boundless; Put and Lubim were your helpers.
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Yet she was carried away, She went into captivity; Her young children also were dashed to pieces At the head of every street; They cast lots for her honorable men, And all her great men were bound in chains.
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You also will be drunk; You will be hidden; You also will seek refuge from the enemy.
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All your strongholds are fig trees with ripened figs: If they are shaken, They fall into the mouth of the eater.