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Babylon has been a golden cup in Yahweh’s hand,
    who made all the earth drunk.
The nations have drunk of her wine;
    therefore the nations have gone mad.
Babylon has suddenly fallen and been destroyed!
    Wail for her!
Take balm for her pain.
    Perhaps she may be healed.

“We would have healed Babylon,
    but she is not healed.
Forsake her,
    and let’s each go into his own country;
for her judgment reaches to heaven,
    and is lifted up even to the skies.

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