Come down, and sit in the dust, O virgin daughter of Bavel, sit on the ground: without a throne, O daughter of Kasdim: for thou shalt no more be called tender and delicate.

Take the millstones, and grind meal: uncover thy locks, tuck up the train, uncover the leg, pass over the rivers.

Thy nakedness shall be uncovered, yea, thy shame shall be seen: I will take vengeance, and I will spare no man.

As for our redeemer, the Lord of hosts is his name, the Holy One of Yisra᾽el.

Sit thou silent, and get thee into darkness, O daughter of Kasdim: for thou shalt no more be called, The mistress of kingdoms.

I was angry with my people, I have profaned my inheritance, and given them into thy hand: thou didst show them no mercy; upon the aged hast thou very heavily laid thy yoke.

And thou didst say I shall be mistress for ever: so that thou didst not lay these things to thy heart, neither didst remember the latter end of it.

Therefore hear now this, thou that art given to pleasures, that dwellest securely, that sayst in thy heart, I am, and none else beside me; I shall not sit as a widow, neither shall I know the loss of children.

But these two things shall come to thee in a moment in one day, the loss of children, and widowhood: they shall come upon thee in their full measure for the multitude of thy sorceries, and for the great abundance of thy enchantments.

For thou hast trusted in thy wickedness: thou hast said, None sees me. Thy wisdom and thy knowledge, it has perverted thee; and thou hast said in thy heart, I am, and none else beside me.

Therefore shall evil come upon thee: thou shalt not know how to charm it away: and mischief shall fall upon thee; thou shalt not be able to put it off: and ruin shall come upon thee suddenly, which thou shalt not know.

Stand now with thy enchantments, and with the multitude of thy sorceries, wherein thou hast laboured from thy youth; perhaps thou shalt be able to profit, perhaps thou shalt inspire terror.

Thou art wearied in the multitude of thy counsels. Let now the astrologers, the stargazers, the monthly prognosticators, stand up, and save thee from these things that shall come upon thee.

Behold, they shall be as stubble; the fire shall burn them; they shall not deliver themselves from the power of the flame: there shall not be a coal to warm at, nor fire to sit before it.

Thus shall those be to thee with whom thou hast laboured, with whom thou hast traded, from thy youth: they shall wander every one to his own quarter, none shall save thee.