"They have repeatedlystumbled;Indeed,they have fallenoneagainstanother.Then they said,'Getup! And let us gobackTo our own peopleand our nativelandAway from the swordof the oppressor.'
"Alsoher mercenariesin her midstAre like fattenedcalves,For eventhey toohave turnedback[and] have fledaway together;They did not stand[their ground]. For the dayof their calamityhas comeupon them, The timeof their punishment.
Let not the swiftmanflee,Northe mightymanescape;In the northbesidethe riverEuphratesThey have stumbledand fallen.
"Cutoffthe sowerfrom BabylonAnd the one who wieldsthe sickleat the timeof harvest;From beforethe swordof the oppressorThey will eachturnbackto his own peopleAnd they will eachfleeto his own land.
We applied healingto Babylon,but she was not healed;Forsakeher and let us eachgoto his own country,For her judgmenthas reachedto heavenAnd towersup to the very skies.
