Cut off the sower from Babylon and those who wield sickles at harvest time! Before the destroying sword, all of them turn back to their own people, all flee to their own land.
he stumbled repeatedly then collapsed. They said to each other, “Get up! We must return to our own people, To the land of our birth, away from the destroying sword.”
“We have tried to heal Babylon, but she cannot be healed. Leave her, each of us must go to our own land.” The judgment against her reaches the heavens, it touches the clouds.
Therefore, thus says the Lord, the God of hosts, the Lord: In every square there shall be lamentation, and in every street they shall cry, “Oh, no!” They shall summon the farmers to wail and the professional mourners to lament.