9His slynges & batelrames shal he prepare for thy walles, & wt his weapes breake downe thy towres.
10The dust of his horses shal couer ye, they shalbe so many: ye walles shal shake at the noyse of ye horse men, charettes & wheles: when he cometh to thy portes, as men do into an open cite.
11With the hoffes off his horse fete, shal he treade downe all thy stretes. He shal slaye thy people wt the swearde, & breake downe the pilers of thy strength.
12They shal waist awaye thy riches, & spoyle yi marchaudise. Thy walles shal they breake downe, & destroye thy houses of pleasure. Thy stones, thy tymbre & foundacions, shall they cast in the water.