Isaiah

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 you shall no longer be called tender and delicate.

² Uncover your veil, strip off the skirt, Uncover the leg, cross the rivers.

³ Your reproach also will be seen; I will take vengeance and will not spare a man.”

⁴ The Holy One of Israel.

⁵ O daughter of the Chaldeans, For you will no longer be called The queen of kingdoms.

⁶ I profaned My inheritance And gave them into your hand. You did not show compassion to them, On the aged you made your yoke very heavy.

⁷ These things you did not put on your heart Nor remember the outcome of them.

⁸ Who sits securely, Who says in your heart, ‘I am, and there is no one besides me. I will not sit as a widow, Nor know loss of children.’

⁹ Loss of children and widowhood. They will come on you in full measure In spite of your many sorceries, In spite of the great might of your spells.

¹⁰ ‘No one sees me,’ Your wisdom and your knowledge have turned you astray; So you have said in your heart, ‘I am, and there is no one besides me.’

¹¹ Which you will not know how to charm away; And disaster will fall on you For which you cannot atone; And destruction about which you do not know Will come on you suddenly.

¹² And in your many sorceries With which you have labored from your youth; Perhaps you will be able to profit; Perhaps you may cause trembling.

¹³ Let now the astrologers, Those who behold visions by the stars, Those who predict by the new moons, Stand up and save you from what will come upon you.

¹⁴ Fire burns them; They cannot deliver themselves from the power of the flame; There will be no coal to warm by Nor a fire to sit before!

¹⁵ Who have traded with you from your youth; Each has wandered in his own way; There is none to save you.