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1 Descend, sit in the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon! Sit on the ground. There is no throne for the daughter of the Chaldeans. For you shall no longer be called delicate and tender. 2 Take a millstone and grind meal. Uncover your shame, bare your shoulder, reveal your legs, cross the streams. 3 Your disgrace will be revealed, and your shame will be seen. I will seize vengeance, and no man will withstand me. 4 Our Redeemer, the Lord of hosts is his name, the Holy One of Israel. 5 Sit in silence, and enter into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans! For you shall no longer be called the noblewoman of kingdoms. 6 I was angry with my people. I have polluted my inheritance, and I have given them into your hand. You have not shown mercy to them. You have greatly increased the burden of your yoke upon the elders. 7 And you have said: “I will be a noblewoman forever.” You have not set these things upon your heart, and you have not remembered your end. 8 And now, hear these things, you who are delicate and have confidence, who say in your heart: “I am, and there is no one greater than me. I will not sit as a widow, and I will not know barrenness.” 9 These two things will suddenly overwhelm you in one day: barrenness and widowhood. All things shall overwhelm you, because of the multitude of your sorceries and because of the great cruelty of your enchantments. Isaiah 47:1-9, Catholic Public Domain Version. Public domain.
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