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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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Plunder the silver!
    Plunder the gold!
The supply is endless,
    the wealth from all its treasures!
10 She is pillaged, plundered, stripped!
    Hearts melt,(A) knees give way,
    bodies tremble, every face grows pale.(B)

11 Where now is the lions’ den,(C)
    the place where they fed their young,
where the lion and lioness went,
    and the cubs, with nothing to fear?

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