Woe to Assyria, the rod of my anger— the staff in their hands is my wrath.I will send him against a godless nation; I will command him to go against a people destined for my rage, to take spoils, to plunder, and to trample them down like clay in the streets.
I will put it into the hands of your tormentors, who said to you,‘ Lie down, so we can walk over you.’ You made your back like the ground, and like a street for those who walk on it.