⁸Are you better than Thebes that sat by the Nile, with water around her, her rampart a sea, and water her wall?

⁹Cush was her strength; Egypt too, and that without limit; Put and the Libyans were her helpers.

¹⁰Yet she became an exile; she went into captivity; her infants were dashed in pieces at the head of every street; for her honored men lots were cast, and all her great men were bound in chains.

¹¹You also will be drunken; you will go into hiding; you will seek a refuge from the enemy.

¹²All your fortresses are like fig trees with first-ripe figs— if shaken they fall into the mouth of the eater.

¹³Behold, your troops are women in your midst. The gates of your land are wide open to your enemies; fire has devoured your bars.