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Flee out of the midst of Babylon, and deliver every man his soul; be not cut off in her iniquity, for this is the time of the Lord’S vengeance; He will render unto her a recompense.

Babylon hath been a golden cup in the Lord’S hand, that made all the earth drunken; the nations have drunk of her wine; therefore the nations are mad.

Babylon is suddenly fallen and destroyed: Howl for her! Take balm for her pain; if so be she may be healed.

We woud have healed Babylon, but she is not healed. Forsake her, and let us go every one into his own country, for her judgment reacheth unto heaven and is lifted up even to the skies.

10 The Lord hath brought forth our righteousness; come, and let us declare in Zion the work of the Lord our God.

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