⁴² Come up against Babylon hath the sea, With a multitude of its billows it hath been covered.

⁷ Therefore, lo, the Lord is bringing up on them, The waters of the river, the mighty and the great, (The king of Asshur, and all his glory,) And it hath gone up over all its streams, And hath gone on over all its banks.

⁸ And it hath passed on into Judah, It hath overflown and passed over, Unto the neck it cometh, And the stretching out of its wings Hath been the fulness of the breadth of thy land, O Emmanu-El!

²⁶ And after the sixty and two weeks, cut off is Messiah, and the city and the holy place are not his, the Leader who hath come doth destroy the people; and its end `is' with a flood, and till the end `is' war, determined `are' desolations.

¹⁵ And he saith to me, `The waters that thou didst see, where the whore doth sit, are peoples, and multitudes, and nations, and tongues;'

¹⁶ and the ten horns that thou didst see upon the beast, these shall hate the whore, and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and shall burn her in fire,

²⁵ `And there shall be signs in sun, and moon, and stars, and on the land `is' distress of nations with perplexity, sea and billow roaring;

²⁶ Into great waters have they brought thee, Those rowing thee, The east wind hath broken thee in the heart of the seas.

²⁷ Thy wealth and thy remnants, Thy merchandise, thy mariners, And thy pilots, strengtheners of thy breach, And the traders of thy merchandise, And all thy men of war, who `are' in thee, And in all thine assembly that `is' in thy midst, Fall into the heart of the seas in the day of thy fall,

²⁸ At the voice of the cry of thy pilots shake do the suburbs.

²⁹ And come down from their ships have all handling an oar, Mariners, all the pilots of the sea, on the land they stand,

³⁰ And have sounded for thee with their voice, And cry bitterly, and cause dust to go up on their heads, In ashes they do roll themselves.

³¹ And they have made for thee baldness, And they have girded on sackcloth, And they have wept for thee, In bitterness of soul -- a bitter mourning.

³² And lifted up for thee have their sons a lamentation, And they have lamented over thee, who `is' as Tyre? As the cut-off one in the midst of the sea?

³³ With the outgoing of thy remnants from the seas, Thou hast filled many peoples, With the abundance of thy riches, and thy merchandise, Thou hast made rich things of earth.

³⁴ The time of `thy' being broken by the seas in the depths of the waters, Thy merchandise and all thy assembly in thy midst have fallen.

⁵⁵ For Jehovah is spoiling Babylon, And hath destroyed out of it a great voice, And sounded have its billows as many waters, Given forth a noise hath their voice.

³ Floods have lifted up, O Jehovah, Floods have lifted up their voice, Floods lift up their breakers.

⁷ Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.

⁷ Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.

¹⁶ He sendeth from above -- He taketh me, He draweth me out of many waters.

⁴ Compassed me have cords of death, And streams of the worthless make me afraid.