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Babylon has been a golden cup in Adonai’s hand,
intoxicating the whole earth.
The nations drunk her wine—
so the nations are going crazy.
Suddenly Babylon is fallen![a]
Shattered! Howl over her!
Bring balm for her wound.
Perhaps she may be healed?
We would have healed Babylon,
but she cannot be healed.
Abandon her!
Let’s go, each one to his own country,
for her judgment has reached up to the heavens[b]
and has risen beyond the skies.

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