1. Come down and sit in the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon! No more throne! Sit on the ground, O daughter of the Chaldeans. No longer will you be called dainty and delicate.

2. Take the millstone and grind meal; uncover your hair, bare your legs; strip to the thighs and pass over the rivers.

3. Your nakedness will be exposed, your shame will be uncovered. I will take revenge on you and no one will save you,

4. says our Redeemer, Yahweh Sabaoth. His name is the Holy One of Israel.

5. Go creep into the shadows and sit in silence, O daughter of the Chaldeans, for no more will you be called sovereign lady of the kingdoms.

6. Angry with my people, I had left my inheritance; I gave them into your hands, but you showed them no mercy. You laid a heavy yoke on the aged.

7. You said, "I will reign forever"; but you did not take this to heart or ponder on what would ensue.

8. Listen, therefore, you wanton woman, lounging in security and deluding yourself, "I am, and there is none besides me. I will never be a widow or suffer the loss of children."

9. But these two things will come to you in a moment, on a single day - loss of children and widowhood. They will come upon you in full measure, in spite of all your witchcraft, in spite of the power of your spells.

10. You have trusted in your wickedness, saying, "Nobody sees me." Your intelligence and knowledge have perverted you, for you have said: "I am, and there is none besides me."

11. Evil, suddenly, will come your way though you do not know it. Disaster will fall upon you, and no ransom will ward it off; a catastrophe you cannot foresee will come upon you suddenly.

12. Keep on, then, with your magic spells and with the multitude of your sorceries, which you have labored at since your youth. Do you think they will help you now? Do you think they will cause terror around you?

13. Yet you are wearied with so many advisers. Let your astrologers stand up, your stargazers who foretell what will happen each month; let them save you from what is to come upon you.

14. Look, they will be like stubble and the fire will burn them. They cannot even save themselves from the power of consuming flames. These are no embers to warm anyone, no fireside to sit by.

15. This is your lot and of your wizards with whom you have labored from your youth. Now each will go his own way - powerless to save you.

“Aquele que procura a vaidade das roupas não conseguirá jamais se revestir com a vida de Jesus Cristo.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina