1 Descend, sit in the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon! Sit on the ground. There is no throne for the daughter of the Chaldeans. For you shall no longer be called delicate and tender.
2 Take a millstone and grind meal. Uncover your shame, bare your shoulder, reveal your legs, cross the streams.
3 Your disgrace will be revealed, and your shame will be seen. I will seize vengeance, and no man will withstand me.
4 Our Redeemer, the Lord of hosts is his name, the Holy One of Israel.
5 Sit in silence, and enter into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans! For you shall no longer be called the noblewoman of kingdoms.
6 I was angry with my people. I have polluted my inheritance, and I have given them into your hand. You have not shown mercy to them. You have greatly increased the burden of your yoke upon the elders.
7 And you have said: "I will be a noblewoman forever." You have not set these things upon your heart, and you have not remembered your end.