1
Come down, and sit in the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon; sit on the ground, without a throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans; for thou shalt no longer be called tender and delicate.
2
Take the millstones and grind meal; uncover thy locks, remove the shoes from thy feet, uncover the thigh, pass over the rivers.
3
Thy nakedness shall be uncovered and thy shame shall be seen; I will take vengeance, and I will not help
any man.
4
As
for our redeemer, the LORD of the hosts
is his name, the Holy One of Israel.
5
Sit, be silent, and go into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans; for thou shalt no longer be called, The lady of kingdoms.
6
I was wroth with my people; I have profaned my inheritance and given them into thine hand; thou didst show them no mercy; upon the ancient thou hast very heavily laid thy yoke.
7
And thou didst say, I shall be a lady for ever. Until now thou hast not laid these
things to heart, neither didst thou remember thy latter end.
8
Therefore now hear this,
thou delicate one, that dost sit in confidence and say in thine heart, I
am, and no one else beside me; I shall not sit
as a widow, neither shall I be fatherless.
9
But these two
things shall come to thee in a moment in one day; the loss of thy fathers and widowhood: they shall come upon thee in their perfection for the multitude of thy sorceries
and for the great abundance of thine enchantments.