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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 recompence.

Babylon hath been a golden cup in the Lord’s hand,
that made all the earth drunken:
the nations have drunken 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 would 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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