Against every lofty tower and every fortified wall,
He will spread out his hands in its midst, as a swimmer spreads out his hands to swim; His pride will be brought low despite his strokes.
The high-walled fortress he will raze, bringing it low, leveling it to the ground, to the very dust.
Upon every high mountain and lofty hill there will be streams of running water. On the day of the great slaughter, when the towers fall,
A day of trumpet blasts and battle cries against fortified cities, against lofty battlements.