Herds will lie down in her midst, beasts of every kind; the cormorant and the bittern will lodge on her pillars. Their voice will sing in the windows; desolation will be on the threshold; for He will lay bare the cedar work.
He cried out mightily with a loud voice, saying: “ ‘Fallen! Fallen is Babylon the Great!’ She has become a dwelling place of demons, a haunt for every unclean spirit, and a haunt for every unclean and hateful bird.