“We tried to heal Babylon, but she could not be healed. Abandon her! Let each of us go to his own land, for her judgment extends to the sky and reaches to the clouds.”
Cut off the sower from Babylon, and the one who wields the sickle at harvest time. In the face of the oppressor’s sword,
Like a hunted gazelle, like a sheep without a shepherd, each will return to his own people, each will flee to his native
For her sins are piled up to heaven, and God has remembered her iniquities.
They continue to stumble; indeed, they have fallen over one another. They say, ‘Get up! Let us return to our people and
and said: “O my God, I am ashamed and embarrassed to lift up my face to You, my God, because our iniquities are higher t
The tree you saw that grew large and strong, whose top reached the sky and was visible to all the earth,
This is what they are to you—those with whom you have labored and traded from youth—each one strays in his own direction
“The harvest has passed, the summer has ended, but we have not been saved.”
But a prophet of the LORD named Oded was there, and he went out to meet the army that returned to Samaria. “Look,” he sa
Even the mercenaries among her are like fattened calves. They too will turn back; together they will flee, they will not
But while they were on their way to buy it, the bridegroom arrived. Those who were ready went in with him to the wedding