We tried to heal Babylon, but she could not be healed. Forsake her, and let each of us go to our own country, for her judgment has reached up to heaven and has been lifted up even to the skies.
What can I say for you, to what compare you, O daughter Jerusalem? To what can I liken you, that I may comfort you, O virgin daughter Zion? For vast as the sea is your ruin; who can heal you?
they will stand far off, in fear of her torment, and say, “Alas, alas, the great city, Babylon, the mighty city! For in one hour your judgment has come.”