The river doorways are forced open, and the king's house is flowing away.
He takes the record of his great men: they go falling on their way; they go quickly to the wall, the cover is made ready.
And the queen is uncovered, she is taken away and her servant-girls are weeping like the sound of doves, hammering on their breasts.
See, the people who are in you are women; the doorways of your land are wide open to your attackers: the locks of your doors have been burned away in the fire.