1. Woe to the bloody city!It is all full of lies and robbery.Its victim never departs.
2. The noise of a whipAnd the noise of rattling wheels,Of galloping horses,Of clattering chariots!
3. Horsemen charge with bright sword and glittering spear.There is a multitude of slain,A great number of bodies,Countless corpses—They stumble over the corpses—
4. Because of the multitude of harlotries of the seductive harlot,The mistress of sorceries,Who sells nations through her harlotries,And families through her sorceries.
5. “Behold, I am against you,” says the Lord of hosts;“I will lift your skirts over your face,I will show the nations your nakedness,And the kingdoms your shame.