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Isaiah 47:1

New American Bible - revised edition

Come down, sit in the dust, virgin daughter Babylon; Sit on the ground, dethroned, daughter of the Chaldeans. No longer shall you be called dainty and delicate.

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Then they sat down upon the ground with him seven days and seven nights, but none of them spoke a word to him; for they saw how great was his suffering.

He took a potsherd to scrape himself, as he sat among the ashes.

Desolate Daughter Babylon, you shall be destroyed, blessed the one who pays you back what you have done us!

Toward the pure, you are pure; but to the perverse you are devious.

You turned back his sharp sword, did not support him in battle.

An oracle concerning Babylon; a vision of Isaiah, son of Amoz.

For this I will make the heavens tremble and the earth shall be shaken from its place, At the wrath of the Lord of hosts on the day of his burning anger.

But the Lord will take pity on Jacob and again choose Israel, and will settle them on their own land; foreigners will join them and attach themselves to the house of Jacob.

Oracle on the wastelands by the sea: Like whirlwinds sweeping through the Negeb, it comes from the desert, from the fearful land.

Crushed, you shall exult no more, virgin daughter Sidon. Arise, pass over to the Kittim, even there you shall find no rest.

He humbles those who dwell on high, the lofty city he brings down, Brings it down to the ground, levels it to the dust.

Her gates will lament and mourn, as the city sits desolate on the ground.

This is the word the Lord has spoken concerning him: She despises you, laughs you to scorn, the virgin daughter Zion; Behind you she wags her head, daughter Jerusalem.

Arise, shake off the dust, sit enthroned, Jerusalem; Loose the bonds from your neck, captive daughter Zion!

Say to the king and to the queen mother: come down from your throne; From your heads your splendid crowns will fall.

Go up to Gilead, procure balm, Virgin daughter Egypt! No use to multiply remedies; for you there is no healing.

Come down from glory, sit on the parched ground, enthroned daughter Dibon; Moab’s destroyer has fallen upon you, has shattered your strongholds.

The word the Lord spoke against Babylon, against the land of the Chaldeans, through Jeremiah the prophet:

Bow and javelin they wield, cruel and pitiless are they; They sound like the roaring sea, as they ride forth on horses, Each in place for battle against you, daughter Babylon.

Thus says the Lord: See! I rouse against Babylon, and the inhabitants of Chaldea, a destroyer wind.

For thus says the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel: Daughter Babylon is like a threshing floor at the time of treading; Yet a little while, and the harvest time will come for her.

We are ashamed because we have heard taunts, disgrace covers our faces; strangers have entered sanctuaries in the Lord’s house.

The elders of daughter Zion sit silently on the ground; They cast dust on their heads and dress in sackcloth; The young women of Jerusalem bow their heads to the ground.

They lie on the ground in the streets, young and old alike; Both my young women and young men are cut down by the sword; You killed them on the day of your wrath, slaughtered without pity.

Those who feasted on delicacies are abandoned in the streets; Those who reclined on crimson now embrace dung heaps.

All the princes of the sea will step down from their thrones, Lay aside their robes, and strip off their embroidered garments. Clothed in mourning, they will sit on the ground And tremble, horror-struck and appalled at you.

Your heart had grown haughty because of your beauty; You corrupted your wisdom because of your splendor. I cast you to the ground, I made you a spectacle in the sight of kings.

When the news reached the king of Nineveh, he rose from his throne, laid aside his robe, covered himself with sackcloth, and sat in ashes.

I will overthrow the thrones of kingdoms, and destroy the power of the kingdoms of the nations. I will overthrow the chariots and their riders, and the riders with their horses will fall by each other’s swords.

Then the angel who spoke with me advanced as another angel came out to meet him

To the measure of her boasting and wantonness repay her in torment and grief; for she said to herself, ‘I sit enthroned as queen; I am no widow, and I will never know grief.’




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