Isaiah 47:1-7

The Voice

47 Eternal One: Ah, pretty virgin daughter, Miss Babylon,
        come down and sit in the dust.
    Sit on the ground where you belong: your throne is no more,
        daughter of the Chaldeans, no longer all dainty, delicate.
²     And with those delicate fingers grab the heavy millstones and grind the grain.
        Take off your lacy veil, lift your skirt, bare your legs, and
    Cross the mud and muck of the river on foot like any other slave.
³     Everyone will see you naked; your humiliation will be most public.
        I intend to make you pay, and no one will interfere.^[a]

⁴ Israel: Our Savior, our hero—the Eternal, Commander of heavenly armies,
        by name—is the Holy One of Israel!
⁵     So you’d best go quietly, Babylon, daughter of the Chaldeans.
        Slink off into the dark. No one will ever again call you Queen of All Lands.

⁶ Eternal One: Some time ago, I got fed up with My people.
        I left My heritage to you, let you defeat them and take them away.
    But you showed no mercy, abused and denigrated them;
        you even made the elderly suffer beneath your heavy burden.
⁷     But You were carried away with your power,
        thinking you would always be in charge.
    You didn’t consider your limits or think about how all this would end.