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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 longer be called tender and delicate.
Take the millstones and grind flour.
    Remove your veil, lift up your skirt, uncover your legs,
    and wade through the rivers.
Your nakedness will be uncovered.
    Yes, your shame will be seen.
I will take vengeance,
    and will spare no one.”

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