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Take you the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold: for there is none end of the store and glory out of all the pleasant furniture.

Take the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold: for there is no end of treasure or wealth out of all the precious things.

Take ye the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold: for there is none end of the store and glory out of all the pleasant furniture.

Take ye the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold: for there is none end of the store and glory out of all the pleasant furniture.

Take spoil of silver! Take spoil of gold! There is no end of treasure, Or wealth of every desirable prize.

Take ye the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold; for there is no end of the store and glory of all the pleasant furnishings.

Take ye the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold; for there is no end of the store, the glory of all goodly furniture.

Plunder the silver, plunder the gold; for there is no end of the splendid store of all precious vessels.

Take ye the spoil of the silver, take the spoil of the gold: for there is no end of the riches of all the precious furniture.

Take ye the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold: for there is none end of the store, the glory of all pleasant furniture.

Plunder the silver, plunder the gold! There is no end of the treasure or of the wealth of all precious things.

Steal the silver! Steal the gold! There is no end to what is stored here- everything a person could ever want.

Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold!" There is no end to the treasure, an abundance of every precious thing.

Take the silver! Take the gold! There is no end to the treasure— fabulous riches of every imagination.

Her conquerors cry out: "Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold!" There is no end to the treasure; riches of every kind of precious thing.

Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! For there is no limit to the treasure-- Wealth from every kind of desirable object.

Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! The supply is endless, the wealth from all its treasures!

Loot the silver! Plunder the gold! There's no end to Nineveh's treasures--its vast, uncounted wealth.

Take ye the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold: for there is no end of the store and glory out of all the pleasant furniture.

Take the spoil of silver. Take the spoil of gold, for there is no end of the store, the glory of all goodly furniture.

Take the silver. Take the gold. The city has so many valuable things.

Seize ye silver, seize ye gold, And there is no end to the prepared things, [To] the abundance of all desirable vessels.

Take the silver! Take the gold! For there is no end of the riches, every kind of thing of great worth.

The attacker commands, “Take all the silver; take all the gold! The supply is endless. After all, their treasury is full of stolen wealth.”

Loot the silver! Loot the gold! There seems to be no end of treasures. Her vast, uncounted wealth is stripped away.

Nineveh is like a lake whose waters are ebbing away. “Stop! Stop!” goes up the cry, but no one turns back.

Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! And there is no limit to the treasure— Wealth from every kind of desirable object.

Take the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold, for there is no end of the riches; honour, more than all the desirable furniture.

“Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold!” There is no end to the treasure, an abundance of every precious thing.

Take the spoil of silver; take the spoil of gold! For there is no end of the treasure, the glory and wealth of all the precious furnishings.

Take the silver! Take the gold! There is no end to the treasure— piles of wealth of every kind.

Weapons flash in the sun, the soldiers splendid in battle dress, Chariots burnished and glistening, ready to charge, A spiked forest of brandished spears, lethal on the horizon. The chariots pour into the streets. They fill the public squares, Flaming like torches in the sun, like lightning darting and flashing. The Assyrian king rallies his men, but they stagger and stumble. They run to the ramparts to stem the tide, but it’s too late. Soldiers pour through the gates. The palace is demolished. Soon it’s all over: Nineveh stripped, Nineveh doomed, Maids and slaves moaning like doves, beating their breasts. Nineveh is a tub from which they’ve pulled the plug. Cries go up, “Do something! Do something!” but it’s too late. Nineveh’s soon empty—nothing. Other cries come: “Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! A bonanza of plunder! Take everything you want!” Doom! Damnation! Desolation! Hearts sink, knees fold, stomachs retch, faces blanch. So, what happened to the famous and fierce Assyrian lion And all those cute Assyrian cubs? To the lion and lioness Cozy with their cubs, fierce and fearless? To the lion who always returned from the hunt with fresh kills for lioness and cubs, The lion lair heaped with bloody meat, blood and bones for the royal lion feast? * * *

Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! There is no end to the treasure. There are riches of every kind of precious thing.

“Plunder the silver, plunder the gold! There is no end of treasure! An abundance of every precious thing!”

Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! The city is full of treasure!

Ravish ye silver, ravish ye gold; and there is none end of riches, of all desirable vessels. (Steal ye the silver, rob ye the gold; yea, there is no end of the riches, of all their desirable vessels.)

Enemy soldiers shout, “The city is full of treasure and all kinds of wealth. Steal her silver! Grab her gold!”

Plunder the silver, plunder the gold! There is no end of treasure, or wealth of every precious thing.

“Plunder the silver; plunder the gold! There is no end of treasure! An abundance of every precious thing!”

‘Plunder the silver, plunder the gold! There is no end of treasure! An abundance of every precious thing!’

Plunder silver! Plunder gold! There is no end to the supplies, an abundance of precious objects!

Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! For there is no end to the treasure— Wealth from every precious object.

Plunder the silver, plunder the gold! There is no end of the treasure or of the wealth of all precious things.

Nineveh is like a pool whose waters escape; “Stop! Stop!” but none turns back.

Plunder the silver, Plunder the gold! For there is no end to the treasure— Wealth from every kind of desirable object.

·Take [Plunder] the silver! ·Take [Plunder] the gold! There is no end to the treasure— piles of wealth of every ·kind [precious/desirable thing].

Nineveh was like a pool of water for days —now they are fleeing. Stop, stop! Yet no one turns back.

Plunder the silver, plunder the gold! There is no end of treasure, or wealth of every precious thing.

“Steal the silver!” the attackers shout. “Grab the gold!” The supply is endless. There is plenty of wealth among all the city’s treasures.

Take ye the spoil of silver, take the spoil of gold: for there is none end of the store and glory out of all the pleasant furniture.

Ninveh is like a pool whose water ebbs away. “Stop! Stop!” But none of it goes back.

‘Plunder the silver, plunder the gold! There is no end of treasure! An abundance of every precious thing!’

Take ye the plunder of kesef, take the plunder of zahav; for there is no end of the treasures, heaps of kol keli chemdah (every delightful vessel).

Steal the silver! Steal the gold! There is no end to what is stored here— everything a person could ever want.

“Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! There is no limit to the treasure, or to the wealth of every precious thing.”

Take the silver! Take the gold! There are many things to take. There are many treasures.

Take the silver! Take the gold! There is no end to the treasure. There is wealth of every kind.

Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! There is no end to the spoils, an abundance of everything one could want!

Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! The supply is endless, the wealth from all its treasures!