The gates of the rivers are opened, and the palace is dissolved.
He summons his picked troops. They stumble on their way. They dash to its wall, and the protective shield is put in place.
It is decreed: she is uncovered, she is carried away; and her handmaids moan as with the voice of doves, beating on their breasts.
Behold, your troops in your midst are women. The gates of your land are set wide open to your enemies. The fire has devoured your bars.