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Babylon has been a golden cup in the hand of the Lord,
    that made all the earth drunk.
The nations have drunk of her wine;
    therefore the nations are mad.
Babylon is suddenly fallen and destroyed.
    Howl for her.
Take balm for her pain;
    perhaps she may be healed.

We applied healing to Babylon,
    but she is not healed.
Forsake her, and let us each go into his own country;
    for her judgment reaches to heaven
    and is lifted up even to the skies.

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