Daughter Babylon is like a threshing floor
at the time it is trampled.^(A)
In just a little while her harvest time will come.^(B)

¹³ Rise and thresh,^(A) Daughter Zion,
for I will make your horns iron
and your hooves bronze
so you can crush many peoples.^(B)
Then you^[a] will set apart their plunder^(C)
for the Lord,
their wealth for the Lord of the whole earth.