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1 Thus saith the LORD; Be­hold, I will raise up against Baby­lon, and against them that dwell in the midst of them that rise up against me, a de­stroy­ing wind; 2 And will send unto Baby­lon fan­ners, that shall fan her, and shall emp­ty her land: for in the day of trou­ble they shall be against her round about. 3 Against him that ben­deth let the archer bend his bow, and against him that lifteth him­self up in his brig­an­dine: and spare ye not her young men; de­stroy ye ut­ter­ly all her host. 4 Thus the slain shall fall in the land of the Chaldeans, and they that are thrust through in her streets. 5 For Is­rael hath not been for­sak­en, nor Ju­dah of his God, of the LORD of hosts; though their land was filled with sin against the Holy One of Is­rael. 6 Flee out of the midst of Baby­lon, and de­liv­er ev­ery man his soul: be not cut off in her in­iq­ui­ty; for this is the time of the LORD'S vengeance; he will ren­der unto her a rec­om­pence. 7 Baby­lon hath been a gold­en cup in the LORD'S hand, that made all the earth drunk­en: the na­tions have drunk­en of her wine; there­fore the na­tions are mad. 8 Baby­lon is sud­den­ly fall­en and de­stroyed: howl for her; take balm for her pain, if so be she may be healed. 9 We would have healed Baby­lon, but she is not healed: for­sake her, and let us go ev­ery one into his own coun­try: for her judg­ment rea­cheth unto heav­en, and is lift­ed up even to the skies. 10 The LORD hath brought forth our righ­teous­ness: come, and let us de­clare in Zion the work of the LORD our God. 11 Make bright the ar­rows; gath­er the shields: the LORD hath raised up the spir­it of the kings of the Medes: for his de­vice is against Baby­lon, to de­stroy it; be­cause it is the vengeance of the LORD, the vengeance of his tem­ple. 12 Set up the stan­dard upon the walls of Baby­lon, make the watch strong, set up the watch­men, pre­pare the am­bush­es: for the LORD hath both de­vised and done that which he spake against the in­hab­i­tants of Baby­lon. 13 O thou that dwellest upon many wa­ters, abun­dant in trea­sures, thine end is come, and the mea­sure of thy cov­etous­ness. 14 The LORD of hosts hath sworn by him­self, saying, Sure­ly I will fill thee with men, as with cater­pillers; and they shall lift up a shout against thee. 15 He hath made the earth by his pow­er, he hath es­tab­lished the world by his wis­dom, and hath stretched out the heav­en by his un­der­stand­ing. 16 When he ut­tereth his voice, there is a mul­ti­tude of wa­ters in the heav­ens; and he causeth the vapours to as­cend from the ends of the earth: he maketh light­nings with rain, and bringeth forth the wind out of his trea­sures. 17 Ev­ery man is brutish by his knowl­edge; ev­ery founder is con­found­ed by the graven im­age: for his molten im­age is false­hood, and there is no breath in them. 18 They are van­i­ty, the work of er­rors: in the time of their vis­i­ta­tion they shall per­ish. 19 The por­tion of Ja­cob is not like them; for he is the for­mer of all things: and Is­rael is the rod of his in­her­i­tance: the LORD of hosts is his name. 20 Thou art my bat­tle axe and weapons of war: for with thee will I break in pieces the na­tions, and with thee will I de­stroy king­doms; 21 And with thee will I break in pieces the horse and his rid­er; and with thee will I break in pieces the char­i­ot and his rid­er; 22 With thee also will I break in pieces man and wom­an; and with thee will I break in pieces old and young; and with thee will I break in pieces the young man and the maid; 23 I will also break in pieces with thee the shep­herd and his flock; and with thee will I break in pieces the hus­band­man and his yoke of ox­en; and with thee will I break in pieces cap­tains and rulers. 24 And I will ren­der unto Baby­lon and to all the in­hab­i­tants of Chaldea all their evil that they have done in Zion in your sight, saith the LORD. 25 Be­hold, I am against thee, O de­stroy­ing moun­tain, saith the LORD, which de­stroyest all the earth: and I will stretch out mine hand upon thee, and roll thee down from the rocks, and will make thee a burnt moun­tain. 26 And they shall not take of thee a stone for a cor­ner, nor a stone for foun­da­tions; but thou shalt be des­o­late for ev­er, saith the LORD. 27 Set ye up a stan­dard in the land, blow the trum­pet among the na­tions, pre­pare the na­tions against her, call to­geth­er against her the king­doms of Ararat, Min­ni, and Ashchenaz; ap­point a cap­tain against her; cause the hors­es to come up as the rough cater­pillers. 28 Pre­pare against her the na­tions with the kings of the Medes, the cap­tains there­of, and all the rulers there­of, and all the land of his do­min­ion. 29 And the land shall trem­ble and sor­row: for ev­ery pur­pose of the LORD shall be per­formed against Baby­lon, to make the land of Baby­lon a des­o­la­tion with­out an in­hab­i­tant. 30 The mighty men of Baby­lon have for­born to fight, they have re­mained in their holds: their might hath failed; they be­came as wom­en: they have burned her dwelling­places; her bars are bro­ken. 31 One post shall run to meet an­oth­er, and one mes­sen­ger to meet an­oth­er, to shew the king of Baby­lon that his city is tak­en at one end, 32 And that the pas­sages are stopped, and the reeds they have burned with fire, and the men of war are af­fright­ed. 33 For thus saith the LORD of hosts, the God of Is­rael; The daugh­ter of Baby­lon is like a thresh­ingfloor, it is time to thresh her: yet a lit­tle while, and the time of her har­vest shall come. 34 Neb­uchadrez­zar the king of Baby­lon hath de­voured me, he hath crushed me, he hath made me an emp­ty ves­sel, he hath swal­lowed me up like a drag­on, he hath filled his bel­ly with my del­i­cates, he hath cast me out. 35 The vi­o­lence done to me and to my flesh be upon Baby­lon, shall the in­hab­i­tant of Zion say; and my blood upon the in­hab­i­tants of Chaldea, shall Jerusalem say. 36 There­fore thus saith the LORD; Be­hold, I will plead thy cause, and take vengeance for thee; and I will dry up her sea, and make her springs dry. 37 And Baby­lon shall be­come heaps, a dwelling­place for drag­ons, an as­ton­ish­ment, and an hiss­ing, with­out an in­hab­i­tant. 38 They shall roar to­geth­er like li­ons: they shall yell as li­ons' whelps. 39 In their heat I will make their feasts, and I will make them drunk­en, that they may re­joice, and sleep a per­pet­u­al sleep, and not wake, saith the LORD. 40 I will bring them down like lambs to the slaugh­ter, like rams with he goats. 41 How is She­shach tak­en! and how is the praise of the whole earth sur­prised! how is Baby­lon be­come an as­ton­ish­ment among the na­tions! 42 The sea is come up upon Baby­lon: she is cov­ered with the mul­ti­tude of the waves there­of. 43 Her cities are a des­o­la­tion, a dry land, and a wilder­ness, a land where­in no man dwelleth, nei­ther doth any son of man pass there­by. 44 And I will pun­ish Bel in Baby­lon, and I will bring forth out of his mouth that which he hath swal­lowed up: and the na­tions shall not flow to­geth­er any more unto him: yea, the wall of Baby­lon shall fall. 45 My peo­ple, go ye out of the midst of her, and de­liv­er ye ev­ery man his soul from the fierce anger of the LORD. 46 And lest your heart faint, and ye fear for the ru­mour that shall be heard in the land; a ru­mour shall both come one year, and af­ter that in another year shall come a ru­mour, and vi­o­lence in the land, ruler against ruler. 47 There­fore, be­hold, the days come, that I will do judg­ment upon the graven im­ages of Baby­lon: and her whole land shall be con­found­ed, and all her slain shall fall in the midst of her. 48 Then the heav­en and the earth, and all that is there­in, shall sing for Baby­lon: for the spoil­ers shall come unto her from the north, saith the LORD. 49 As Baby­lon hath caused the slain of Is­rael to fall, so at Baby­lon shall fall the slain of all the earth. 50 Ye that have es­caped the sword, go away, stand not still: re­mem­ber the LORD afar off, and let Jerusalem come into your mind. 51 We are con­found­ed, be­cause we have heard re­proach: shame hath cov­ered our faces: for strangers are come into the sanc­tu­ar­ies of the LORD'S house. 52 Where­fore, be­hold, the days come, saith the LORD, that I will do judg­ment upon her graven im­ages: and through all her land the wound­ed shall groan. 53 Though Baby­lon should mount up to heav­en, and though she should for­ti­fy the height of her strength, yet from me shall spoil­ers come unto her, saith the LORD. 54 A sound of a cry cometh from Baby­lon, and great de­struc­tion from the land of the Chaldeans: 55 Be­cause the LORD hath spoiled Baby­lon, and de­stroyed out of her the great voice; when her waves do roar like great wa­ters, a noise of their voice is ut­tered: 56 Be­cause the spoil­er is come upon her, even upon Baby­lon, and her mighty men are tak­en, ev­ery one of their bows is bro­ken: for the LORD God of rec­om­pences shall sure­ly re­quite. 57 And I will make drunk her princes, and her wise men, her cap­tains, and her rulers, and her mighty men: and they shall sleep a per­pet­u­al sleep, and not wake, saith the King, whose name is the LORD of hosts. 58 Thus saith the LORD of hosts; The broad walls of Baby­lon shall be ut­ter­ly bro­ken, and her high gates shall be burned with fire; and the peo­ple shall labour in vain, and the folk in the fire, and they shall be weary. 59 The word which Jeremi­ah the prophet com­mand­ed Sera­iah the son of Ne­r­i­ah, the son of Maa­seiah, when he went with Zedeki­ah the king of Ju­dah into Baby­lon in the fourth year of his reign. And this Sera­iah was a qui­et prince. 60 So Jeremi­ah wrote in a book all the evil that should come upon Baby­lon, even all these words that are writ­ten against Baby­lon. 61 And Jeremi­ah said to Sera­iah, When thou comest to Baby­lon, and shalt see, and shalt read all these words; 62 Then shalt thou say, O LORD, thou hast spo­ken against this place, to cut it off, that none shall re­main in it, nei­ther man nor beast, but that it shall be des­o­late for ev­er. 63 And it shall be, when thou hast made an end of read­ing this book, that thou shalt bind a stone to it, and cast it into the midst of Eu­phrates: 64 And thou shalt say, Thus shall Baby­lon sink, and shall not rise from the evil that I will bring upon her: and they shall be weary. Thus far are the words of Jeremi­ah.