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)

³⁰ So their posterity perished
    from Heshbon^[a] to Dibon,
    and we laid waste until fire spread to Medeba.”^[b](A)

² Daughter Dibon^[a] has gone up
    to the high places to weep;
over Nebo and over Medeba
    Moab wails.
Every head is shaved;
    every beard is shorn;^(A)

¹³ Now it is transplanted into the wilderness,
    into a dry and thirsty land.^(A)

¹³ Therefore my people go into exile for lack of knowledge;
their nobles are dying of hunger,
    and their multitude is parched with thirst.^(A)