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The captives are taken into exile
    and its slave girls are carried away,
moaning like doves
    and beating their breasts.
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.”

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