11. The Lord shall inspire them with terrorwhen he makes all the gods of earth waste away;Then the distant shores of the nations,each from its own place,shall bow down to him.
12. You too, O Cushites,shall be slain by the sword of the Lord.
13. He will stretch out his hand against the north,to destroy Assyria;He will make Nineveh a waste,dry as the desert.
14. In her midst flocks shall lie down,all the wild life of the hollows;The screech owl and the desert owlshall roost in her columns;The owl shall hoot from the window,the raven croak from the doorway.
15. Is this the exultant citythat dwelt secure,That told itself,“I and there is no one else”?How it has become a waste,a lair for wild animals!Those who pass by ithiss, and shake their fists!