^{8 Ref} Art thou better than No-Ammon, That is dwelling among brooks? Waters she hath round about her, Whose bulwark `is' the sea, waters her wall.

^{9 Ref} Cush her might, and Egypt, and there is no end. Put and Lubim have been for thy help.

^{10 Ref} Even she doth become an exile, She hath gone into captivity, Even her sucklings are dashed to pieces At the top of all out-places, And for her honoured ones they cast a lot, And all her great ones have been bound in fetters.

^{11 Ref} Even thou art drunken, thou art hidden, Even thou dost seek a strong place, because of an enemy.

^{12 Ref} All thy fortresses `are' fig-trees with first-fruits, If they are shaken, They have fallen into the mouth of the eater.

^{13 Ref} Lo, thy people `are' women in thy midst, To thine enemies thoroughly opened Have been the gates of thy land, Consumed hath fire thy bars.

^{14 Ref} Waters of a siege draw for thyself, Strengthen thy fortresses, Enter into mire, and tread on clay, Make strong a brick-kiln.

^{15 Ref} There consume thee doth a fire, Cut thee off doth a sword, It doth consume thee as a cankerworm! Make thyself heavy as the cankerworm, Make thyself heavy as the locust.

^{16 Ref} Multiply thy merchants above the stars of the heavens, The cankerworm hath stripped off, and doth flee away.

^{17 Ref} Thy crowned ones `are' as a locust, And thy princes as great grasshoppers, That encamp in hedges in a day of cold, The sun hath risen, and it doth flee away, And not known is its place where they are.

^{18 Ref} Slumbered have thy friends, king of Asshur, Rest do thine honourable ones, Scattered have been thy people on the mountains, And there is none gathering.

^{19 Ref} There is no weakening of thy destruction, Grievous `is' thy smiting, All hearing thy fame have clapped the hand at thee, For over whom did not thy wickedness pass continually?