How can the archers draw back their bows, lift their armor? Do not spare her young men, put the entire army under the ban.
Take your posts encircling Babylon, you who bend the bow; Shoot at it, do not spare your arrows,
Harness the horses, charioteers, mount up! Fall in, with helmets on; polish your spears, put on your armor.
Attack the land of Merathaim, and those who live in Pekod; Slaughter and put them under the ban—oracle of the Lord— do all I have commanded you.
For the judgment is merciless to one who has not shown mercy; mercy triumphs over judgment. Faith and Works.
Slay all the oxen, take them down to slaughter; Woe to them! their day has come, the time of their punishment.
Corpses shall fall like dung in the open field, Like sheaves behind the harvester, with no one to gather them.
Blessed the one who seizes your children and smashes them against the rock.
Out in the street the sword shall bereave, and at home the terror For the young man and the young woman alike, the nursing babe as well as the gray beard.
Though Babylon scale the heavens, and make her strong heights inaccessible, my destroyers shall reach her—oracle of the Lord.