Isaiah 47:1-8 ▼

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.”

4 Our redeemer [is] YHWH of Hosts, || His Name [is] the Holy One of Israel.

5 “Sit silent, and go into darkness, || O daughter of the Chaldeans, || For they no longer cry to you, Mistress of kingdoms.

6 I have been angry against My people, I have defiled My inheritance || And I give them into your hand, || You have not appointed mercies for them, || You have made your yoke very heavy on the aged,

7 And you say, I am mistress for all time, || While you have not laid these things to your heart, || You have not remembered the latter end of it.

8 And now, hear this, O luxurious one, || Who is sitting confidently—Who is saying in her heart, I [am], and none else, || I do not sit [as] a widow, nor know bereavement.