The river gates fly open, and panic floods the palace.
An officer gives a command. But his soldiers stumble, as they hasten to build a shelter to protect themselves against rocks thrown down from the city wall.
Nineveh is disgraced. The queen is dragged off. Her servant women mourn; they sound like doves, and they beat their breasts in sorrow.
Your army is weak. Fire has destroyed the crossbars on your city gates; now they stand wide open to your enemy.