Behold, they are as stubble; the fire burns them; they shall not save their soul from the flame’s hand; there is no coal to warm them, not a flame to sit before it.
The mighty men of Babylon have stopped fighting. They have dwelt in strongholds; their might has withered; they became women; they have burned their houses, her bars are broken.
For so says Jehovah of Hosts, the God of Israel, The daughter of Babylon is like a threshing-floor, it is time to tread her; yet a little while, and the time of her harvest will come.
And the city was breached, and all the men of war fled, and went out of the city by night by the way of the gate between the two walls, which was by the king’s garden. And the Chaldeans lay all around the city. And they went by the way of the Arabah.