1. Woe to the bloody city,all full of lies and plunder— no end to the prey!
2. The crack of the whip, and rumble of the wheel, galloping horse and bounding chariot!
3. Horsemen charging,flashing sword and glittering spear, hosts of slain,heaps of corpses,dead bodies without end—they stumble over the bodies!
4. And all for the countless whorings of the prostitute, graceful and of deadly charms,who betrays nations with her whorings,and peoples with her charms.
5. Behold, I am against you,declares the Lord of hosts,and will lift up your skirts over your face;and I will make nations look at your nakednessand kingdoms at your shame.