TSK · Nahum 2:7

I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security."

Behold, your troops in your midst are women. The gates of your land are set wide open to your enemies. The fire has devoured your bars.

All the multitudes that came together to see this, when they saw the things that were done, returned home beating their breasts.