Woe to the Bloody City!

Woe to the bloody city- it is all full of lies and robbery- the prey departeth not--The noise of a whip, and the noise of the rattling of the wheels, and of the pransing horses, and of the jumping chariots.-The horseman lifteth up both the bright sword and the glittering spear- and there is a multitude of slain, and a great number of carcases- and there is none end of their corpses- they stumble upon their corpses--There is no healing of thy bruise- thy wound is grievous- all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee- for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually--