For they have fled from the sword, from the drawn sword; From the taut bow, from the thick of battle.
Like a hunted gazelle, or a flock that no one gathers, They shall turn each to their own people and flee each to their own land.
Everyone who is taken shall be run through; and everyone who is caught shall fall by the sword.
But God shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far away, Driven like chaff on the mountains before a wind, like tumbleweed before a storm.
All your leaders fled away together, they were captured without use of bow; All who were found were captured together, though they had fled afar off.
Assyria shall fall by a sword, not wielded by human being, no mortal sword shall devour him; He shall flee before the sword, and his young men shall be impressed as laborers.
At the roaring sound, peoples flee; when you rise in your majesty, nations are scattered.