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The Fall of Babylon

47 Come down, and sit in the dust,
    O virgin daughter of Babylon;
sit on the ground; there is no throne,
    O daughter of the Chaldeans.
For you shall no more be called
    tender and delicate.
Take the millstones and grind meal.
    Uncover your veil,
strip off the skirt, uncover the leg,
    pass over the rivers.
Your nakedness shall be uncovered,
    and your shame shall be seen;
I will take vengeance,
    and I will not meet you as a man.

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