13 And He will stretch out His hand against the north
And destroy Assyria,
And He will make Nineveh a desolation,
Parched like the wilderness. | |
14 Flocks will lie down in her midst,
m Or All kinds of beasts in crowds; lit Every kind of beast of a nationAll beasts which range in herds;
Both then Or owl or jackdawpelican and the hedgehog
Will lodge ino Lit her capitalsthe tops of her pillars;
p Lit A voiceBirds will sing in the window,
Desolation will be on the threshold;
For He has laid bare the cedar work. | |
15 This is the exultant city
Which dwells securely,
Who says in her heart,
“I am, and there is no one besides me.”
How she has become a desolation,
A resting place for beasts!
Everyone who passes by her will hiss
And wave his hand in contempt. | |
