Add parallel Print Page Options

11 You also will be drunk;
    you will go into hiding;
    you will seek refuge from the enemy.

12 All your fortresses are like fig trees
    with first-ripe figs:
If they are shaken,
    they fall into the mouth of the eater.
13 Your troops
    are women in your midst!
The gates of your land
    are wide open to your enemies;
    fire has devoured your bars.

Read full chapter