8 Move ye from the midst of Babylon, And from the land of the Chaldeans go out. And be as he-goats before a flock.
9 For, lo, I am stirring up, And am causing to come up against Babylon, An assembly of great nations from a land of the north, And they have set in array against her, From thence she is captured, Its arrow -- as a skilful hero -- returneth not empty,
10 And Chaldea hath been for a spoil, All her spoilers are satisfied, An affirmation of Jehovah.
11 Because thou rejoicest, because thou exultest, O spoilers of Mine inheritance, Because thou increasest as a heifer 'at' the tender grass, And dost cry aloud as bulls,
12 Ashamed hath been your mother greatly, Confounded hath she been that bare you, Lo, the hindermost of nations 'is' a wilderness, A dry land, and a desert.
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