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. 6  I was wroth with my people, I polluted mine inheritance, and gave them into thy hand: thou didst shew them no mercy; upon the aged didst thou very heavily lay thy yoke;

7  and thou saidst, I shall be a mistress for ever; so that thou didst not take these things to heart, thou didst not remember the end thereof. 8  And now hear this, thou voluptuous one, that dwellest carelessly, that sayest in thy heart, It is I, and there is none but me; I shall not sit as a widow, neither shall I know loss of children: