Chapter 47
Babylon's Fall
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Come down and sit on [the] dust, virgin daughter of Babylon! Sit on the ground without a throne, daughter of Chaldea! For {they shall no longer call}[note: Literally "you shall not add they shall call to"] you tender and delicate.
Take [the] pair of mill stones and grind flour! Uncover your veil, strip off [your] skirt, uncover [your] thigh, pass through [the] rivers!
