It is fixed:
She is stripped, she is carried away,
And her handmaids are (A)moaning like the sound of doves,
(B)Beating on their [a]breasts.

Though Nineveh was like a pool of water throughout her days,
Now they are fleeing;
“Stop, stop,”
But (C)no one turns back.
Plunder the silver!
Plunder the (D)gold!
For there is no limit to the treasure—
Wealth from every kind of desirable object.

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Footnotes

  1. Nahum 2:7 Lit hearts