You are wearied with your many consultations; let those who study the heavens stand up and save you, those who gaze at the stars and at each new moon predict what shall befall you.
Go out from Babylon; flee from Chaldea; declare this with a shout of joy; proclaim it; send it forth to the end of the earth; say, “The Lord has redeemed his servant Jacob!”
Why do I see them terrified? They have fallen back; their warriors are beaten down and have fled in haste. They do not look back— terror is all around! says the Lord.
At the noise of the stamping of the hoofs of his stallions, at the clatter of his chariots, at the rumbling of their wheels, parents do not turn back for children, so feeble are their hands,
Cut off from Babylon the sower and the wielder of the sickle in time of harvest; because of the destroying sword, all of them shall return to their own people, and all of them shall flee to their own land.
The warriors of Babylon have given up fighting; they remain in their strongholds; their strength has failed; they have become women; her buildings are set on fire; her bars are broken.
Your guards are like grasshoppers, your scribes like swarms of locusts settling on the fences on a cold day— when the sun rises, they fly away; no one knows where they have gone.
Then one of the seven angels who had the seven bowls came and said to me, “Come, I will show you the judgment of the great whore who is seated on many waters,