1 Come down and sit in the dust, virgin-daughter of Babylon! Sit on the ground, -- there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans; for thou shalt no more be called tender and delicate.
2 Take the millstones, and grind meal; remove thy veil, lift up the train, uncover the leg, pass over rivers:
3 thy nakedness shall be uncovered, yea, thy shame shall be seen. I will take vengeance, and I will meet none to stay me. ...
4 Our Redeemer, Jehovah of hosts is his name, the Holy One of Israel. ...
5 Sit silent, and get thee into darkness, daughter of the Chaldeans; for thou shalt no more be called, Mistress of kingdoms.