You are exhausted by your many counsels; let those dividing the heavens stand up now and save you, the seers into the stars, making known what is coming on you into the new moons.
Go out of Babylon; flee from the Chaldeans. Declare this with the voice of rejoicing; let this be heard, let it go out to the end of the earth; say, Jehovah has redeemed His servant Jacob.
Why have I seen that they are afraid and turned backward? And their mighty ones are crushed, and have fled for refuge, and do not look back. Terror is all around, a statement of Jehovah.
At the noise of the stamping of the hooves of his strong horses, at the rushing of his chariots, the rumbling of his wheels; the fathers shall not look back to their sons, because of sinking of hands;
Cut off the sower from Babylon, and the one taking hold of the sickle in the time of harvest. They shall turn from a sword of the oppressing one, each man to his people. And they shall flee, each man to his own land.
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.
Your rulers are like the locusts, and your officials are a swarm of locusts that camp in the hedges in the cold day. The sun rises and they flee, and the place where they are is not known.
And one of the seven angels having the seven bowls came and spoke with me, saying to me, Come, I will show you the judgment of the great harlot, the one sitting on the many waters,