²⁵ How is it not left -- the city of praise, The city of my joy!

⁴¹ How hath Sheshach been captured, Yea, caught is the praise of the whole earth, How hath Babylon been for an astonishment among nations.

⁹ And it hath been to Me for a name of joy, For praise, and for beauty, to all nations of the earth, Who hear of all the good that I am doing them, And they have feared, And they have trembled for all the good, And for all the peace, that I am doing to it.

¹⁶ and saying, Wo, wo, the great city, that was arrayed with fine linen, and purple, and scarlet, and gilded in gold, and precious stone, and pearls -- because in one hour so much riches were made waste!

¹⁷ `And every shipmaster, and all the company upon the ships, and sailors, and as many as work the sea, far off stood,

¹⁸ and were crying, seeing the smoke of her burning, saying, What `city is' like to the great city?

¹⁹ and they did cast dust upon their heads, and were crying out, weeping and sorrowing, saying, Wo, wo, the great city! in which were made rich all having ships in the sea, out of her costliness -- for in one hour was she made waste.

¹⁰ from afar having stood because of the fear of her torment, saying, Wo, wo, the great city! Babylon, the strong city! because in one hour did come thy judgment.

³⁰ the king hath answered and said, Is not this that great Babylon that I have built, for the house of the kingdom, in the might of my strength, and for the glory of mine honour?

³⁹ How hath it been broken down! they have howled, How hath Moab turned the neck ashamed, And Moab hath been for a derision. And for a terror to all round about her.

² There is no more praise of Moab, In Heshbon they devised against it evil: Come, and we cut it off from `being' a nation, Also, O Madmen, thou art cut off, After thee goeth a sword.

⁴ That thou hast taken up this simile Concerning the king of Babylon, and said, How hath the exactor ceased,

⁵ Ceased hath the golden one. Broken hath Jehovah the staff of the wicked, The sceptre of rulers.

⁶ He who is smiting peoples in wrath, A smiting without intermission, He who is ruling in anger nations, Pursuing without restraint!

²⁶ And I give back thy judges as at the first, And thy counsellors as in the beginning, After this thou art called, `A city of righteousness -- a faithful city.'

³⁵ I have seen the wicked terrible, And spreading as a green native plant,

³⁶ And he passeth away, and lo, he is not, And I seek him, and he is not found!