The gates of the rivers are opened, and the palace melts away.
He remembers his best fighting men. They stumble over themselves as they march. They hurry to Nineveh’s wall. The shield has been set up for the battering ram.
The Lord has determined: “It will be stripped. It will be carried away. Its young women will be mourning like doves as they beat their breasts.”
Look at your soldiers; they’re women! The gates of your country are wide open to your enemies. Fire has destroyed the bars of your gates.
