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Nineveh was like a pool of water for days
    —now they are fleeing.
Stop, stop! Yet no one turns back.
10 Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold!
For there is no end of treasure—
    glory from everything precious.
11 Emptiness, desolation, waste!
Heart melting, knees buckling, anguish in all the loins,
    all their faces grown pale!

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