47 “Go down, sit in the dust,^(A)
    Virgin Daughter^(B) Babylon;
sit on the ground without a throne,
    queen city of the Babylonians.^[a](C)
No more will you be called
    tender or delicate.^(D)
2 Take millstones^(E) and grind^(F) flour;
    take off your veil.^(G)
Lift up your skirts,^(H) bare your legs,
    and wade through the streams.

¹³ and for the land of my people,
    a land overgrown with thorns and briers^(A)—
yes, mourn^(B) for all houses of merriment
    and for this city of revelry.^(C)