^{1 Ref} Come down, and sit on the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon, Sit on the earth, there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For no more do they cry to thee, `O tender and delicate one.'

^{2 Ref} Take millstones, and grind flour, Remove thy veil, draw up the skirt, Uncover the leg, pass over the floods.

^{3 Ref} Revealed is thy nakedness, yea, seen is thy reproach, Vengeance I take, and I meet not a man.