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Catastrophe of Babylon

47 Come down and sit in the dust,
    virgin daughter of Babylon.
Sit on the ground without a throne,
    daughter of the Chaldeans.
For you will no more be called
    tender and delicate.
Take the millstones and grind flour.
Remove your veil, strip off the skirt,
uncover the leg, cross the rivers.
Your nakedness will be uncovered,
    and your shame will be exposed.
I will take vengeance,
    and will spare no one.

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