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Flee out of the midst of Babylon,
    and each of you deliver his soul!
    Do not be cut off in her punishment,
for this is the time of the vengeance of the Lord;
    He will render to her a recompense.
Babylon has been a golden cup in the hand of the Lord,
    that made all the earth drunk.
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;
    perhaps she may be healed.

We applied healing to Babylon,
    but she is not healed.
Forsake her, and let us each go into his own country;
    for her judgment reaches to heaven
    and is lifted up even to the skies.

10 The Lord has brought forth our righteousness.
    Come, and let us declare in Zion
    the work of the Lord our God.

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