Isaiah 47

¹Come down and sit in the dust,

O virgin daughter of Babylon;

sit on the ground without a throne,

O daughter of the Chaldeʹans!

For you shall no more be called

tender and delicate.

²Take the millstones and grind meal,

put off your veil,

strip off your robe, uncover your legs,

pass through the rivers.

³Your nakedness shall be uncovered,

and your shame shall be seen.

I will take vengeance,

and I will spare no man.

⁴Our Redeemer—the Lord of hosts is his name—

is the Holy One of Israel.

⁵Sit in silence, and go into darkness,

O daughter of the Chaldeʹans;

for you shall no more be called

the mistress of kingdoms.

⁶I was angry with my people,

I profaned my heritage;

I gave them into your hand,

you showed them no mercy;

on the aged you made your yoke

exceedingly heavy.

⁷You said, “I shall be mistress for ever,”

so that you did not lay these things to heart

or remember their end.

⁸Now therefore hear this, you lover of pleasures,

who sit securely,

who say in your heart,

“I am, and there is no one besides me;

I shall not sit as a widow

or know the loss of children”:

⁹These two things shall come to you

in a moment, in one day;

the loss of children and widowhood

shall come upon you in full measure,

in spite of your many sorceries

and the great power of your enchantments.

¹⁰You felt secure in your wickedness,

you said, “No one sees me”;

your wisdom and your knowledge led you astray,

and you said in your heart,

“I am, and there is no one besides me.”

¹¹But evil shall come upon you,

for which you cannot atone;

disaster shall fall upon you,

which you will not be able to expiate;

and ruin shall come on you suddenly,

of which you know nothing.

¹²Stand fast in your enchantments

and your many sorceries,

with which you have labored from your youth;

perhaps you may be able to succeed,

perhaps you may inspire terror.

¹³You are wearied with your many counsels;

let them stand forth and save you,

those who divide the heavens,

who gaze at the stars,

who at the new moons predict

what shall befall you.

¹⁴Behold, they are like stubble,

the fire consumes them;

they cannot deliver themselves

from the power of the flame.

No coal for warming oneself is this,

no fire to sit before!

¹⁵Such to you are those with whom you have labored,

who have trafficked with you from your youth;

they wander about each in his own direction;

there is no one to save you.