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Babylon was a golden cup in the Lord’s hand,
    making the whole earth drunk.
The nations drank her wine,
    therefore the nations have gone mad.
Suddenly, Babylon fell down and was shattered.
    Wail for her!
Bring balm for her wound,
    perhaps she will be healed.
We tried to heal Babylon,
    but she wouldn’t be healed.
Leave her, and let each of us go to his own country.
    For her judgment has reached to the heavens,
        and is lifted up to the sky.

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