⁷ Babylon hath been a golden cup in the hand of the Lord, that made all the earth drunk: the nations have drunk of her wine, and therefore they have staggered.

⁸ Babylon is suddenly fallen, and destroyed: howl for her, take balm for her pain, if so she may be healed.

⁹ We would have cured Babylon, but she is not healed: let us forsake her, and let us go every man to his own land: because her judgment hath reached even to the heavens, and is lifted up to the clouds.