TSK · Nahum 2:7

Like a swallow or a thrush I chirp, I coo like a dove; my eyes grow tired from looking up to the sky. O Lord, I am oppressed; help me!

Your warriors will be like women in your midst; the gates of your land will be wide open to your enemies; fire will consume the bars of your gates.

And all the crowds that had assembled for this spectacle, when they saw what had taken place, returned home beating their breasts.