4 In out-places shine do the chariots, They go to and fro in broad places, Their appearances 'are' like torches, As lightnings they run.
5 He doth remember his honourable ones, They stumble in their goings, They hasten 'to' its wall, and prepared is the covering.
6 Gates of the rivers have been opened, And the palace is dissolved.
7 And it is established -- she hath removed, She hath been brought up, And her handmaids are leading as the voice of doves, Tabering on their hearts.
8 And Nineveh 'is' as a pool of waters, From of old it 'is' -- and they are fleeing! 'Stand ye, stand;' and none is turning!
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