Isaiah 47:1-5

Young's Literal Translation

47 Come down, and sit on the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon, Sit on the earth, there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For no more do they cry to thee, `O tender and delicate one.'

² Take millstones, and grind flour, Remove thy veil, draw up the skirt, Uncover the leg, pass over the floods.

³ Revealed is thy nakedness, yea, seen is thy reproach, Vengeance I take, and I meet not a man.

⁴ Our redeemer [is] Jehovah of Hosts, His name [is] the Holy One of Israel.

⁵ Sit silent, and go into darkness, O daughter of the Chaldeans, For no more do they cry to thee, `Mistress of kingdoms.'