⁹ Plunder silver! Plunder gold!
        There is no end to the supplies,
            an abundance of precious objects!
¹⁰ Destruction and devastation;
        the city is laid waste!
    The heart grows faint and knees buckle;
        there is anguish in every groin;
            all the faces grow pale.

¹¹ Where is the lions’ den, the meadow of the young lions,
        where lion, lioness, even lion cub go about with no one to terrify them?