⁸ Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction,
happy is the one who pays you back
what you have done to us.^(A)

⁴² They grasp bow and javelin.
They are cruel and show no mercy.
Their voice roars like the sea,^(A)
and they ride on horses,
lined up like men in battle formation
against you, Daughter Babylon.

Daughter Babylon is like a threshing-floor
at the time it is trampled.^(A)
In just a little while her harvest time will come.^(B)