^7 (A) Babylon was my golden cup,
filled with the wine
    of my anger.
The nations of the world
got drunk on this wine
    and went insane.
⁸ But suddenly, Babylon will fall
    and be destroyed.

I, the Lord, told the foreigners^[a]
    who lived there,
“Weep for the city!
Get medicine for its wounds;
    maybe they will heal.”

⁹ The foreigners answered,
    “We have already tried
to treat Babylon's wounds,
    but they would not heal.
Come on, let's all go home
    to our own countries.
Nothing is left in Babylonia;
    everything is destroyed.”