¹Woe to the city of blood, ²The crack of the whip, ³Charging horseman, ⁴because of the many harlotries of the harlot, ⁵“Behold, I am against you,” ⁶I will pelt you with filth ⁷Then all who see you ⁸Are you better than Thebes, ⁹Cush and Egypt were her boundless strength; ¹⁰Yet she became an exile; ¹¹You too will become drunk; ¹²All your fortresses are fig trees ¹³Look at your troops — ¹⁴Draw your water for the siege; ¹⁵There the fire will devour you; ¹⁶You have multiplied your merchants ¹⁷Your guards are like the swarming locust, ¹⁸O king of Assyria, your shepherds slumber; ¹⁹There is no healing for your injury;