⁷ Is this your exultant city
    whose origin is from days of old,
whose feet carried her
    to settle far away?^(A)

² city full of shouting,
    tumultuous city, panic-stricken town?
Your slain are not slain by the sword,
    nor are they dead in battle.^(A)

47 Come down and sit in the dust,
    virgin daughter Babylon!
Sit on the ground without a throne,
    daughter Chaldea!
For you shall no more be called
    tender and delicate.^(A)
2 Take the millstones and grind meal;
    remove your veil;
strip off your robe; uncover your legs;
    pass through the rivers.

¹³ for the soil of my people
    growing up in thorns and briers,
yes, for all the joyous houses
    in the jubilant city.^(A)