Nahum 2:3-12

The shields of his soldiers are red; the army is dressed in red. The metal on the chariots flashes like fire when they are ready to attack; their horses are excited. The chariots race through the streets and rush back and forth through the city squares. They look like torches; they run like lightning. He calls his officers, but they stumble on the way. They hurry to the city wall, and the shield is put into place. The river gates are thrown open, and the palace is destroyed. It has been announced that the people of Nineveh will be captured and carried away. The slave girls moan like doves and beat their breasts, because they are sad. Nineveh is like a pool, and now its water is draining away. “Stop! Stop!” the people yell, but no one turns back. Take the silver! Take the gold! There is no end to the treasure— piles of wealth of every kind. Nineveh is robbed, ruined, and destroyed. The people lose their courage, and their knees knock. Stomachs ache, and everyone’s face grows pale. Where is the lions’ den and the place where they feed their young? Where did the lion, lioness, and cubs go without being afraid? The lion killed enough for his cubs, enough for his mate. He filled his cave with the animals he caught; he filled his den with meat he had killed.