“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.
To what can I compare you—to what can I liken you— O daughter Jerusalem? What example can I give in order to comfort you, virgin daughter Zion? For your breach is vast as the sea; who could heal you?
They will keep their distance for fear of the torment inflicted on her, and they will say: “Alas, alas, great city, Babylon, mighty city. In one hour your judgment has come.”