Come down, and sit in the dust, virgin daughter of Bavel; sit on the ground without a throne, daughter of the Kasdim: for you shall no more be called tender and delicate.
Take the millstones, and grind meal; remove your veil, strip off the train, uncover the leg, pass through the rivers.
Your nakedness shall be uncovered, yes, your shame shall be seen: I will take vengeance, and will spare no man.
Our Redeemer, the LORD of hosts is his name, the Holy One of Yisra'el.
Sit you silent, and get you into darkness, daughter of the Kasdim; for you shall no more be called The mistress of kingdoms.
I was angry with my people, I profaned my inheritance, and gave them into your hand: you did show them no mercy; on the aged have you very heavily laid your yoke.