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Doomed, all of her, by the Lord’s vengeance to empty desolation; no passer-by but shall stand amazed at Babylon, or hiss derision at her sufferings. (Jeremiah 50, 13)
Whet arrow, and fill quiver; the Lord has put a resolve into the heart of the Median king; he will have Babylon overthrown. The Lord shall be avenged, his temple shall be avenged! (Jeremiah 51, 11)
that never corner-stone, never foundation-stone shall yield; the Lord dooms thee to lie for ever desolate. (Jeremiah 51, 26)
a whole world in turmoil and travail with the stir of the divine resolve to crush Babylon, make Babylon an empty desert. (Jeremiah 51, 29)
All her cities a picture of desolation, an empty desert, uninhabited, untrodden by mortal foot. (Jeremiah 51, 43)
And say, in reading it: Lord, thou dost threaten this place with destruction; man nor beast shall dwell there, it shall lie desolate for ever. (Jeremiah 51, 62)
There was no reckoning the weight of bronze, when the two pillars, the great basin, and the twelve brazen calves supporting it, all set up by Solomon in the temple, are included; (Jeremiah 52, 20)
Be sure she weeps; there in the darkness her cheeks are wet with tears; of all that courted her, none left to console her, all those lovers grown weary of her, and turned into enemies. (Lamentations 1, 2)
Desolate, the streets of Sion; no flocking, now, to the assembly; the gateways lie deserted. Sighs priest, and the maidens go in mourning, so bitter the grief that hangs over all. (Lamentations 1, 4)
Must fire from heaven waste my whole being, ere I can learn my lesson? Must he catch me in a net, to drag me back from my course? Desolate he leaves me, to pine away all the day long with grief. (Lamentations 1, 13)
Quest for consolation is vain, let her plead where she will; neighbours of Jacob, so the Lord decrees, are Jacob’s enemies, and all around they shrink from her, as from a thing unclean. (Lamentations 1, 17)
Might I but confront thee with such another as thyself! What queen so unhappy as Jerusalem, what maid as Sion desolate? How shall I comfort thee? Sea-deep is thy ruin, and past all cure. (Lamentations 2, 13)
