Thy tumult, i.e. thy tumultuous noise, thy clamours and blasphemies which Rab-shakeh in thy name beached forth against me with a loud voice, 2Ki_18:28.
My hook in thy nose, and my bridle in thy lips; a metaphor from wild and furious beasts, that must be thus managed.
I will turn thee back by the way by which thou camest; I will cause thee to return to thy home with shame and loss.