For thus saith the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel: The daughter of Babylon is like a threshing-floor. This is the time of her threshing: yet a little while, and the time of her harvest shall come.
I have made thee as a new thrashing wain, with teeth like a saw. Thou shall thrash the mountains, and break them in pieces: and shalt make the hills as chaff.
Let not them be ashamed for me, who look for thee, O Lord, the Lord of hosts. Let them not be confounded on my account, who seek thee, O God of Israel.