Nahum 2:8-13

8What was erected will be exiled and carried away. Her handmaids are lamenting like the sound of doves, beating their breasts.

9Nineveh was like a pool of water for days—now they are fleeing. Stop, stop! Yet no one turns back.

10Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! For there is no end of treasure— glory from everything precious.

11Emptiness, desolation, waste! Heart melting, knees buckling, anguish in all the loins, all their faces grown pale!

12Where is the lions’ den, the feeding place for young lions— where the lion went for a lion’s cub— with nothing to disturb them?

13The lion rips enough for his cubs, strangles prey for his lionesses. Yes, he fills his den with prey, his lair with torn flesh.