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Chapter 47
1Get down, sit in the dust,Fair Maiden Babylon;Sit, dethroned, on the ground,O Fair Chaldea;Nevermore shall they call youThe tender and dainty one.
2Grasp the handmill and grind meal.Remove your veil,Strip off your train, bare your leg,Wade through the rivers.
3Your nakedness shall be uncovered,And your shame shall be exposed.I will take vengeance,And let no man intercede.
4Our Redeemer—LORD of Hosts is His name—Is the Holy One of Israel.
5Sit silent; retire into darkness,O Fair Chaldea;Nevermore shall they call youMistress of Kingdoms.
6I was angry at My people,I defiled My heritage;I put them into your hands,But you showed them no mercy.Even upon the aged you madeYour yoke exceedingly heavy.
7You thought, “I shall always beThe mistress still.”You did not take these things to heart,You gave no thought to the end of it.
8And now hear this, O pampered one—Who dwell in security,Who think to yourself,“I am, and there is none but me;I shall not become a widowOr know loss of children”—
9These two things shall come upon you,Suddenly, in one day:Loss of children and widowhoodShall come upon you in full measure,Despite your many enchantmentsAnd all your countless spells.
10You were secure in your wickedness;You thought, “No one can see me.”It was your skill and your scienceThat led you astray.And you thought to yourself,“I am, and there is none but me.”
11Evil is coming upon youWhich you will not know how to charm away;Disaster is falling upon youWhich you will not be able to appease;Coming upon you suddenlyIs ruin of which you know nothing.
12Stand up, with your spells and your many enchantmentsOn which you labored since youth!Perhaps you’ll be able to profit,Perhaps you will find strength.
13You are helpless, despite all your art.Let them stand up and help you now,The scanners of heaven, the star-gazers,Who announce, month by month,Whatever will come upon you.
14See, they are become like straw,Fire consumes them;They cannot save themselvesFrom the power of the flame;This is no coal for warming oneself,No fire to sit by!
15This is what they have profited you—The traders you dealt with since youth—Each has wandered off his own way,There is none to save you.
Translation: Tanakh: The Holy Scriptures (Jewish Publication Society, 1985), via Sefaria, used under CC BY-NC.
Paragraph divisions follow the Masoretic text (Miqra according to the Masorah, CC BY-SA).