Take spoil of silver! Take spoil of gold! There is no end of treasure, Or wealth of every desirable prize.
Nahum 2:9
Surrounding context
2:8 Though Nineveh of old was like a pool of water, Now they flee away. "Halt! Halt!" they cry; But no one turns back.
2:9 Take spoil of silver! Take spoil of gold! There is no end of treasure, Or wealth of every desirable prize.
2:10 She is empty, desolate, and waste! The heart melts, and the knees shake; Much pain is in every side, And all their faces are drained of color. 1