“Hark! a cry from Babylon! The noise of great destruction from the land of the Chaldeans!
My heart cries out for Moab; his fugitives flee to Zoar, to Eglath-shelishiyah. For at the ascent of Luhith they go up weeping; on the road to Horonaim they raise a cry of destruction;
like heat in a dry place. Thou dost subdue the noise of the aliens; as heat by the shade of a cloud, so the song of the ruthless is stilled.
The noise of battle is in the land, and great destruction!
Slay all her bulls, let them go down to the slaughter. Woe to them, for their day has come, the time of their punishment.
“The king of Babylon heard the report of them, and his hands fell helpless; anguish seized him, pain as of a woman in travail.
At the sound of the capture of Babylon the earth shall tremble, and her cry shall be heard among the nations.”
“On that day,” says the Lord, “a cry will be heard from the Fish Gate, a wail from the Second Quarter, a loud crash from the hills.