1 Come down, and sit in the dust,O virgin daughter of Babylon;sit on the ground; there is no throne,O daughter of the Chaldeans.For you shall no more be calledtender and delicate.
2 Take the millstones and grind meal.Uncover your veil,strip off the skirt, uncover the leg,pass over the rivers.
3 Your nakedness shall be uncovered,and your shame shall be seen;I will take vengeance,and I will not meet you as a man.
4 As for our Redeemer, the Lord of Hosts is His name,the Holy One of Israel.
5 Sit silently, and go into darkness,O daughter of the Chaldeans;for you shall no more be calledthe queen of kingdoms.
6 I was angry with My people;I have polluted My inheritanceand given them into your hand.You did not show them mercy;on the agedyou have laid your yoke very heavily.