4 Without Me it hath bowed down In the place of a bound one, And in the place of the slain they fall. With all this not turned back hath His anger, And still His hand is stretched out.
5 Wo 'to' Asshur, a rod of Mine anger, And a staff in their hand 'is' Mine indignation.
6 Against a profane nation I send him, And concerning a people of My wrath I charge him, To spoil spoil, and to seize prey, And to make it a treading-place as the clay of out places.
7 And he -- he thinketh not so, And his heart reckoneth not so, For -- to destroy 'is' in his heart, And to cut off nations not a few.
8 For he saith, 'Are not my princes altogether kings?
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