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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.

As for our Redeemer, the Lord of Hosts is His name,
    the Holy One of Israel.

Sit silently, and go into darkness,
    O daughter of the Chaldeans;
for you shall no more be called
    the queen of kingdoms.
I was angry with My people;
    I have polluted My inheritance
and given them into your hand.
    You did not show them mercy;
on the aged
    you have laid your yoke very heavily.
You said, “I shall be a queen forever,”
    but you did not take these things to heart,
    nor remember the outcome of them.

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