⁹ Nineveh is like a lake
    whose waters are ebbing away.
“Stop! Stop!” goes up the cry,
    but no one turns back.
¹⁰ “Plunder the silver!
    Plunder the gold!
There is no end to the treasure,
    an abundance of wealth
    from precious things of every kind.”
¹¹ Devastation, desolation, and ruin
    confront faint hearts and trembling knees.
The loins of all are filled with anguish;
    every face is drained of color.