5. The chariots dash madly through the streetsand wheel in the squares,Looking like torches,bolting like lightning.
6. His picked troops are called,ranks break at their charge;To the wall they rush,their screen is set up.
7. The river gates are opened,the palace is washed away.
8. The mistress is led forth captive,and her maidservants led away,Moaning like doves,beating their breasts.
9. Nineveh is like a poolwhose waters escape;“Stop! Stop!”but none turns back.