Nahum 3:10-14

Yet she became an exile, She went into captivity; Also her small children were smashed to pieces At the head of every street; They cast lots for her honorable men, And all her great men were bound with shackles.

You too will become drunk, You will be hidden. You too will search for a refuge from the enemy.

All your fortifications are fig trees with ripe fruit— When shaken, they fall into the eater’s mouth.

Behold, your people are women in your midst! The gates of your land are opened wide to your enemies; Fire consumes your gate bars.

Draw for yourself water for a siege! Strengthen your fortifications! Go into the clay and tread the mortar! Take hold of the brick mold!