﻿Isaiah.
Chapter 47.
“Come down and sit in the dust, virgin daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground without a throne, daughter of the Chaldeans, for you will no longer be called tender and delicate. 
Take the millstones and grind flour. Remove your veil, lift your skirt, bare your leg, and cross the rivers. 
Your nakedness will be uncovered, and your shame will be seen. I will take vengeance and spare no one.” 
Our Redeemer—the LORD of hosts is his name—is the Holy One of Israel. 
“Sit in silence and go into darkness, daughter of the Chaldeans, for you will no longer be called the mistress of kingdoms. 
I was angry with my people; I profaned my inheritance and gave them into your hand. You showed them no mercy; on the elderly you laid your yoke very heavily. 
You said, ‘I will be mistress forever.’ You did not take these things to heart or remember their outcome. 
Now hear this, you lover of pleasure, who dwell securely, who say in your heart, ‘I am, and there is no one besides me. I will not sit as a widow or know the loss of children.’ 
But these two things will come upon you in an instant, in one day: loss of children and widowhood. They will come upon you in full measure, despite your many sorceries and the great power of your spells. 
You trusted in your wickedness and said, ‘No one sees me.’ Your wisdom and knowledge led you astray, and you said in your heart, ‘I am, and there is no one besides me.’ 
Disaster will come upon you whose onset you will not know; calamity will fall upon you that you cannot ward off. Ruin you do not know will come upon you suddenly. 
Persist, then, in your spells and your many sorceries, in which you have labored from your youth. Perhaps you can gain some benefit; perhaps you can inspire terror. 
You are weary with your many counsels. Let them stand up now and save you, those who divide the heavens, who gaze at the stars, who announce month by month what will come upon you. 
Look, they are like stubble; fire burns them. They cannot deliver themselves from the power of the flame. There is no coal for warming oneself, no fire to sit before. 
So will they be to you, those with whom you have labored, your merchants from your youth. Each wanders his own way; there is no one to save you.” 
