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Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! The supply is endless, the wealth from all its treasures!

Plunder the silver, plunder the gold! There is no end of the treasure or of the wealth of all precious things.

Loot the silver! Plunder the gold! There’s no end to Nineveh’s treasures— its vast, uncounted wealth.

“Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! ”  There is no end to the treasure, an abundance of every precious thing.

Take ye the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold: for there is none end of the store and glory out of all the pleasant furniture.

Take spoil of silver! Take spoil of gold! There is no end of treasure, Or wealth of every desirable prize.

Weapons flash in the sun, the soldiers splendid in battle dress, Chariots burnished and glistening, ready to charge, A spiked forest of brandished spears, lethal on the horizon. The chariots pour into the streets. They fill the public squares, Flaming like torches in the sun, like lightning darting and flashing. The Assyrian king rallies his men, but they stagger and stumble. They run to the ramparts to stem the tide, but it’s too late. Soldiers pour through the gates. The palace is demolished. Soon it’s all over: Nineveh stripped, Nineveh doomed, Maids and slaves moaning like doves, beating their breasts. Nineveh is a tub from which they’ve pulled the plug. Cries go up, “Do something! Do something!” but it’s too late. Nineveh’s soon empty—nothing. Other cries come: “Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! A bonanza of plunder! Take everything you want!” Doom! Damnation! Desolation! Hearts sink, knees fold, stomachs retch, faces blanch. So, what happened to the famous and fierce Assyrian lion And all those cute Assyrian cubs? To the lion and lioness Cozy with their cubs, fierce and fearless? To the lion who always returned from the hunt with fresh kills for lioness and cubs, The lion lair heaped with bloody meat, blood and bones for the royal lion feast? * * *

Plunder the silver, Plunder the gold! For there is no end to the treasure— Wealth from every kind of desirable object.

Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! For there is no end to the treasure— Wealth from every precious object.

Her conquerors cry out: “Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold!” There is no end to the treasure; riches of every kind of precious thing.