The river gates have been torn open! The palace is about to collapse!
The king shouts to his officers; they stumble in their haste, rushing to the walls to set up their defenses.
Nineveh’s exile has been decreed, and all the servant girls mourn its capture. They moan like doves and beat their breasts in sorrow.
Your troops will be as weak and helpless as women. The gates of your land will be opened wide to the enemy and set on fire and burned.