⁹ “‘We would have healed Babylon,
    but she cannot be healed;
let us leave^(A) her and each go to our own land,
    for her judgment^(B) reaches to the skies,
    it rises as high as the heavens.’

¹¹ Despair, you farmers,^(A)
    wail, you vine growers;
grieve for the wheat and the barley,^(B)
    because the harvest of the field is destroyed.^(C)