"They seize[their] bowand javelin;They are crueland havenomercy.Their voiceroarslike the sea;And they rideon horses,Marshalledlike a manfor the battleAgainstyou, O daughterof Babylon.
The nationsmadean uproar,the kingdomstottered;He raisedHis voice,the earthmelted.
Considerthe covenant;For the darkplacesof the landare fullof the habitationsof violence.
Which used to strikethe peoplesin furywith unceasingstrokes,Which subduedthe nationsin angerwith unrestrainedpersecution.
"Comedownand sitin the dust,O virgindaughterof Babylon;Siton the groundwithouta throne,O daughterof the Chaldeans!For you shall nolongerbe calledtenderand delicate.
"I was angrywith My people,I profanedMy heritageAnd gavethem into your hand.You did not showmercyto them, On the agedyou madeyour yokeveryheavy.
Its arrowsare sharpand allits bowsare bent;The hoofsof its horsesseemlike flintand its [chariot] wheelslike a whirlwind.
And it will growloverit in that daylike the roaringof the sea.If one looksto the land,behold,there is darkness[and] distress;Even the lightis darkenedby its clouds.
Allyour lovershave forgottenyou, They do not seekyou; For I have woundedyou with the woundof an enemy,With the punishmentof a cruelone,Becauseyour iniquityis great[And] your sinsare numerous.
"Becauseof the noiseof the gallopinghoofsof his stallions,The tumultof his chariots,[and] the rumblingof his wheels,The fathershave not turnedbackfor [their] children,Becauseof the limpnessof [their] hands,
"Drawup your battlelinesagainstBabylonon everyside,Allyou who bendthe bow;Shootat her, do not be sparingwith [your] arrows,For she has sinnedagainst the LORD.
"For behold,I am going to arouseand bringup againstBabylonA hordeof greatnationsfrom the landof the north,And they will drawup [their] battlelinesagainst her; From thereshe will be takencaptive.Their arrowswill be like an expertwarriorWho does not returnempty-handed.
Liftup a signalin the land,Blowa trumpetamong the nations!Consecratethe nationsagainsther, Summonagainsther the kingdomsof Ararat,Minniand Ashkenaz;Appointa marshalagainsther, Bringup the horseslike bristlylocusts.
From Danis heardthe snortingof his horses;At the soundof the neighingof his stallionsThe wholelandquakes;For they comeand devourthe landand its fullness,The cityand its inhabitants.
thereforethussaysthe LordGOD,'Behold,I am againstyou, O Tyre,and I will bringup manynationsagainstyou, as the seabringsup its waves.
With a noiseas of chariotsThey leapon the topsof the mountains,Like the cracklingof a flameof fireconsumingthe stubble,Like a mightypeoplearrangedfor battle.
For judgment[will be] mercilessto one who has shownnomercy;mercytriumphs overjudgment.
for they pouredout the bloodof saintsand prophets,and You have giventhem bloodto drink.They deserveit."
