1Yo, come down and chill in the dirt, virgin daughter of Babylon, no throne for you, Chaldean girl: you ain't gonna be called soft and sweet anymore.

2Grab those millstones and grind that grain: show off your locks, bare those legs, and cross those rivers.

3Your shame's about to be exposed, no cap: I’m coming for revenge, and I ain't meeting you like a regular dude.

4Our redeemer? That's the Lord of hosts, the Holy One of Israel, fam.

5Sit there quietly and dive into the darkness, Chaldean girl: you ain't gonna be called the queen of kingdoms anymore.

6I was mad at my peeps, messed up my inheritance, and handed them over to you: you showed them no mercy; you laid a heavy burden on the old school.

7You thought you’d be a queen forever, but you didn’t even think about the end game.

8So listen up, you who loves the good life, living carefree, saying in your heart, "I’m the one, no one else matters"; you won’t know what it’s like to be a widow or lose kids.

9But these two things are coming for you real quick, like loss of kids and widow vibes: they’ll hit you hard because of your many sorceries and all those wild enchantments.

10You were banking on your wickedness, thinking no one sees you. Your wisdom got twisted, and you’re like, "I’m the one, no one else."

11So evil’s gonna hit you; you won’t even know where it came from: trouble's gonna fall on you, and you won’t shake it off; desolation's coming suddenly, and you won’t even see it coming.

12Try standing strong with your enchantments and all those spells you’ve been working on since you were young; maybe they’ll actually help you out.

13You’re tired from all your advice, so let the astrologers, stargazers, and monthly predictors step up and save you from what’s coming.

14Look, they’ll be like dry grass; the fire will burn them up; they can’t save themselves from the flames: no coals to warm up with, no fire to chill in front of.

15That’s how it’s gonna be with your crew, your merchants from back in the day: they’ll scatter to their own places; no one’s gonna save you.

1Come down, and sit in the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon, sit on the ground: there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans: for thou shalt no more be called tender and delicate.

2Take the millstones, and grind meal: uncover thy locks, make bare the leg, uncover the thigh, pass over the rivers.

3Thy nakedness shall be uncovered, yea, thy shame shall be seen: I will take vengeance, and I will not meet thee as a man.

4As for our redeemer, the Lord of hosts is his name, the Holy One of Israel.

5Sit thou silent, and get thee into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans: for thou shalt no more be called, The lady of kingdoms.

6I was wroth with my people, I have polluted mine inheritance, and given them into thine hand: thou didst shew them no mercy; upon the ancient hast thou very heavily laid thy yoke.

7And thou saidst, I shall be a lady for ever: so that thou didst not lay these things to thy heart, neither didst remember the latter end of it.

8Therefore hear now this, thou that art given to pleasures, that dwellest carelessly, that sayest in thine heart, I am, and none else beside me; I shall not sit as a widow, neither shall I know the loss of children:

9But these two things shall come to thee in a moment in one day, the loss of children, and widowhood: they shall come upon thee in their perfection for the multitude of thy sorceries, and for the great abundance of thine enchantments.

10For thou hast trusted in thy wickedness: thou hast said, None seeth me. Thy wisdom and thy knowledge, it hath perverted thee; and thou hast said in thine heart, I am, and none else beside me.

11Therefore shall evil come upon thee; thou shalt not know from whence it riseth: and mischief shall fall upon thee; thou shalt not be able to put it off: and desolation shall come upon thee suddenly, which thou shalt not know.

12Stand now with thine enchantments, and with the multitude of thy sorceries, wherein thou hast laboured from thy youth; if so be thou shalt be able to profit, if so be thou mayest prevail.

13Thou art wearied in the multitude of thy counsels. Let now the astrologers, the stargazers, the monthly prognosticators, stand up, and save thee from these things that shall come upon thee.

14Behold, they shall be as stubble; the fire shall burn them; they shall not deliver themselves from the power of the flame: there shall not be a coal to warm at, nor fire to sit before it.

15Thus shall they be unto thee with whom thou hast laboured, even thy merchants, from thy youth: they shall wander every one to his quarter; none shall save thee.