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Babylon’s Fall

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Go down and sit in the dust, you virgin daughter of Babylon.
Sit on the ground without a throne, daughter of the Chaldeans,
for you will never again be called delicate and pampered.
Take millstones and grind meal.
Remove your veil. Strip off your skirt.
Expose your thighs. Wade through rivers.
Let your nakedness be exposed.
Let your shame be seen!
I will take vengeance.
I will not spare anyone.

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