1. Woe to the city of blood! All of it is a lie, filled with plunder, the prey is not lacking.
2. The sound of a whip and the sound of rattling wheels, of galloping horses, of jolting chariots,
3. mounted horsemen with bright sword and glittering spear, and many wounded, and a mass of dead bodies, and no end of corpses, they stumble over the corpses –
4. because of the many whorings of the well-favoured whore, the mistress of sorceries, who sells nations by her whorings, and clans by her sorceries.