The valiant men of Babylon have forborne to fight, they have dwelt in holds: their strength hath failed and they are become as women: her dwelling-places are burnt, her bars are broken.
Behold, they are as stubble, fire hath burnt them, they shall not deliver themselves from the power of the flames: there are no coals wherewith they may be warmed, nor fire, that they may sit thereat.
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.
And the city was broken up, and the men of war fled and went out of the city in the night by the way of the gate that is between the two walls and leadeth to the king's garden (the Chaldeans besieging the city round about): and they went by the way that leadeth to the wilderness.