⁷ Babylon was a golden cup in the Lord’s hand,
    making all the earth drunken;
the nations drank of her wine,
    therefore the nations went mad.
⁸ Suddenly Babylon has fallen and been broken;
    wail for her!
Take balm for her pain;
    perhaps she may be healed.
⁹ We would have healed Babylon,
    but she was not healed.
Forsake her, and let us go
    each to his own country;
for her judgment has reached up to heaven
    and has been lifted up even to the skies.