Isaiah - Chapter 47

Passage

Come down, sit in the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon, sit on the ground: there is no throne for the daughter of the Chaldeans, for you shall no more be called delicate and tender. Take a millstone and grind meal: uncover your shame, strip your shoulder, make bare your legs, pass over the rivers. Your nakedness shall be discovered, and your shame shall be seen: I will take vengeance, and no one shall resist me. Our redeemer, the Lord of hosts is his name, the Holy One of Israel. Sit silent, and get you into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans: for you shall no more be called the lady of kingdoms. I was angry with my people, I have polluted my inheritance, and have given them into your hand: you have shown no mercy to them: upon the ancient you have laid your yoke exceeding heavy. And you have said: I shall be a lady for ever: you have not laid these things to your heart, neither have you remembered your latter end. And now hear these things, you that are delicate, and dwell confidently, that say in your heart: I am, and there is none else besides me: I shall not sit as a widow, and I shall not know barrenness. These two things shall come upon you suddenly in one day, barrenness and widowhood. All things are come upon you, because of the multitude of your sorceries, and for the great hardness of your enchanters. And you have trusted in your wickedness, and have said: There is none that sees me. Your wisdom, and, your knowledge, this has deceived you. And you have said in your heart: I am, and besides me there is no other. Evil shall come upon you, and you shall not know the rising thereof: and calamity shall fall violently upon you, which you cannot keep off: misery shall come upon you suddenly, which you shall not know. Stand now with your enchanters, and with the multitude of your sorceries, in which you have labored from your youth, if so be it may profit you any thing, or if you may become stronger. You have failed in the multitude of your counsels: let now the astrologers stand and save you, they that gazed at the stars, and counted the months, that from them they might tell the things that shall come to you. Behold they are as stubble, fire has burnt them, they shall not deliver themselves from the power of the flames: there are no coals with which they may be warmed, nor fire, that they may sit thereat. Such are all the things become to you, in which you have labored: your merchants from your youth, every one has erred in his own way, there is none that can save you.