The Hebrew Prophets

The mountains quake before him, and the hills dissolve; the earth collapses in his presence, the world and everyone living in it.

Who can withstand his fury? Who can endure his fierce anger? His wrath is poured out like fire, the rocks broken to pieces before him.

ADONAI is good, a stronghold in time of trouble; he takes care of those who take refuge in him.

But with an overwhelming flood he will make an end of [Ninveh's] place, and darkness will pursue his enemies.

What are you planning against ADONAI? He is making an end [of it]; trouble will not arise a second time.

For like men drunk with liquor, they will be burned up like tangled thorns, like straw completely dry.

Out of you, [Ninveh,] he came, one who plots evil against ADONAI, who counsels wickedness.

Here is what ADONAI says: "Though they be many and strong, they will be cut down, they will pass; and though I have made you suffer, I will make you suffer no more.

Now I will break his yoke from your necks and snap the chains that bind you.

ADONAI gave this order concerning you: you will have no descendants to bear your name; from the house of your god I will cut off carved image and cast metal image; I will prepare your grave, because you are worthless."

Look! On the mountains are the feet of him who brings good news, proclaiming shalom. Keep your festivals, Y'hudah, fulfill your vows; for B'liya'al will never pass through you again; he has been completely destroyed.

A destroyer has risen in front of your face; guard the ramparts, keep watch on the road, brace yourselves, marshall all your strength.

For ADONAI is restoring the pride of Ya'akov, along with the pride of Isra'el; because plunderers have plundered them and ravaged their vines.

The shields of [Ninveh's] warriors are [dyed] red; the soldiers are wearing scarlet. The steel of the chariots flashes like fire as they prepare for battle. The cypress [spears] are poisoned.

The chariots rush madly about in the streets, jostling each other in the open places; their appearance is like torches, they run here and there like lightning.

[The king of Ninveh] assigns his officers; they stumble as they march; they hurry to its wall and set up shields to protect the battering ram.

The gates of the rivers are opened, and the palace melts away.

Its mistress is stripped and carried away; her handmaids moan, they sound like doves, as they beat their breasts.

Ninveh is like a pool whose water ebbs away. "Stop! Stop!" But none of it goes back.

Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! There is no end to the treasure, weighed down with precious things.

She is void, vacant; she is made bare. Hearts are melting, knees are knocking; every stomach is churning, every face is drained of color.

What has become of the lion's den, the cave where the young lions fed, where lion and lioness walked with their cubs, and no one made them afraid?

The lion would tear up food for his cubs and strangle prey for his lionesses; he used to fill his caves with prey, his lairs with torn flesh.

"I am against you," says ADONAI-Tzva'ot. "Her chariots I will send up in smoke, the sword will consume your lion cubs, I will destroy your prey from the earth, and your envoys' voices will be heard no more."

Woe to the city of blood, steeped in lies, full of prey, with no end to the plunder!