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Catastrophe of Babylon

47 Come down and sit in the dust,
    virgin daughter of Babylon.
Sit on the ground without a throne,
    daughter of the Chaldeans.
For you will no more be called
    tender and delicate.
2 Take the millstones and grind flour.
Remove your veil, strip off the skirt,
uncover the leg, cross the rivers.

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