Isaiah 47:1-3 ▼

1 “Come down, and sit on the dust, || O virgin daughter of Babylon, || Sit on the earth, there is no throne, || O daughter of the Chaldeans, || For they no longer cry to you, || O tender and delicate one.

2 Take millstones, and grind flour, || Remove your veil, draw up the skirt, || Uncover the leg, pass over the floods.

3 Your nakedness is revealed, indeed, your reproach is seen, || I take vengeance, and I do not meet a man.”