4. The chariots dash about in the streets, they rush one another in the broad ways. They look like flaming torches, they run like lightning.
5. He remembers his noble ones, they stumble in their walk, they hurry to her walls, and the defence is prepared.
6. The river gates have been opened, and the palace is melted.
7. And it is established: she shall be exiled, she shall be led away. And her female servants are moaning as with the voice of doves, beating on their breasts.
8. And Ninewĕh of old was like a pool of water, now they flee away. “Stop! Stop!” they cry, but no one turns back.