The scattererמֵפִיץhas come upעָלָהagainst you;עַל פָּנַיִךְguardנָצוֹרthe fortification;מְצֻרָהwatchצַפֵּהthe road;דֶרֶךְstrengthenחַזֵּקyour waist;מָתְנַיִםmake strongאַמֵּץyour powerכֹּחַgreatly.מְאֹד
ForכִּיYHWHיְהוָהrestoresשָׁבthe prideגְּאוֹןof Jacobיַעֲקֹבas the prideכִּגְאוֹןof Israel,יִשְׂרָאֵלforכִּיthose who emptyבֹּקְקִיםhave emptied themבְקָקוּםand their vine branchesוּזְמֹרֵיהֶםthey have destroyed.שִׁחֵתוּ
The shieldמָגֵןof his mighty menגִּבֹּרֵיהוּis reddened,מְאָדָּםthe menאַנְשֵׁיof valorחַיִלclothed in scarlet;מְתֻלָּעִיםin the fireבְּאֵשׁof steelפְּלָדוֹתare the chariotsהָרֶכֶבon the dayבְּיוֹםhe prepares them,הֲכִינוֹand the cypressesוְהַבְּרֹשִׁיםare shaken.הָרְעָלוּ
In the streetsבַּחוּצוֹתthe chariotsהָרֶכֶבgo mad,יִתְהוֹלְלוּthey jostle one anotherיִשְׁתַּקְשְׁקוּןin the squares;בָּרְחֹבוֹתtheir appearanceמַרְאֵיהֶןis like torches,כַּלַּפִּידִםlike lightning flashesכַּבְּרָקִיםthey run.יְרוֹצֵצוּ
He remembersיִזְכֹּרhis nobles;אַדִּירָיוthey stumbleיִכָּשְׁלוּin their march;בַּהֲלִיכָתָםthey hurryיְמַהֲרוּto her wall,חוֹמָתָהּand the covering shieldהַסֹּכֵךְis set up.וְהֻכַן
The gatesשַׁעֲרֵיof the riversהַנְּהָרוֹתare opened,נִפְתָּחוּand the palaceוְהַהֵיכָלmelts.נָמוֹג
And it is decided:וְהֻצַּבshe is stripped,גֻּלְּתָהshe is carried up,הֹעֲלָתָהand her slave womenוְאַמְהֹתֶיהָmoanמְנַהֲגוֹתlike the soundכְּקוֹלof doves,יוֹנִיםbeatingמְתֹפְפֹתonעַלtheir hearts.לִבְבֵהֶן
And Ninevehוְנִינְוֵהhas been like a poolכִבְרֵכַתof waterמַיִםfrom her days,מִימֵי הִיאand theyוְהֵמָּהare fleeing.נָסִים“Stop,עִמְדוּstop,”עֲמֹדוּbut there is no oneוְאֵיןwho turns back.מַפְנֶה
Plunderבֹּזּוּthe silver,כֶסֶףplunderבֹּזּוּthe gold;זָהָבthere is noוְאֵיןendקֵצֶהto the supply,לַתְּכוּנָהwealthכָּבֹדof everyמִכֹּלpreciousחֶמְדָּהobject.כְּלִי
Empty,בּוּקָהand emptied,וּמְבוּקָהand devastated;וּמְבֻלָּקָהand the heartוְלֵבmelts,נָמֵסand the kneesבִּרְכַּיִםtotter,וּפִקand tremblingוְחַלְחָלָהis in everyבְּכָלwaist,מָתְנַיִםand the facesוּפְנֵיof all of themכֻלָּםgrow pale.קִבְּצוּ פָארוּר
Whereאַיֵּהis the denמְעוֹןof the lionsאֲרָיוֹתand the feeding placeוּמִרְעֶה הוּאof the young lions,לַכְּפִרִיםwhereאֲשֶׁרthe lionאַרְיֵהwalked,הָלַךְthe lioness,לָבִיאthereשָׁםthe lion’sאַרְיֵהcub,גּוּרand there was no oneוְאֵיןto make them afraid?מַחֲרִיד
The lionאַרְיֵהtoreטֹרֵףenoughבְּדֵיfor his cubsגֹרוֹתָיוand strangledוּמְחַנֵּקfor his lionesses,לְלִבְאֹתָיוand filledוַיְמַלֵּאhis cavesחֹרָיוwith preyטֶרֶףand his densוּמְעֹנֹתָיוwith torn flesh.טְרֵפָה
“Look, I amהִנְנִיagainst you,אֵלַיִךְdeclaresנְאֻםYHWHיְהוָהTsevaot,צְבָאוֹתand I will burnוְהִבְעַרְתִּיin smokeבֶעָשָׁןher chariots,רִכְבָּהּand the swordחָרֶבwill devourתֹּאכַלyour young lions,וּכְפִירַיִךְand I will cut offוְהִכְרַתִּיfrom the earthמֵאֶרֶץyour prey,טַרְפֵּךְand noוְלֹאlongerעוֹדwill be heardיִשָּׁמַעthe voiceקוֹלof your messengers.”מַלְאָכֵכֵה