CHAPTER 47
1Go down and sit in the dust,
Sit on the ground with no throne.
O Daughter of Chaldeans.
For no longer shall they call you
tender and delicate.
2Take up a hand mill and grind flour.
Bare your tresses, strip your train.
Bare your thigh, cross the rivers.
3Your nakedness shall be bared,
your shame shall now be seen.
Vengeance will I take
4Our Redeemer, the LORD of Armies is His name,
Israel’s Holy One.
5Sit mute and come into the darkness,
O Daughter of Chaldeans,
for no longer shall they call you
the mistress of kingdoms.
6I was furious with My people,
I profaned My estate
and gave them into your hand.
You showed them no mercy,
on the elder you made your yoke very heavy.
7And you thought, “Forever shall I be the mistress.”
You did not take these things to heart
nor remember its outcome.
8And now, hear this, pampered woman,
dwelling secure,
who says in her heart,
“It is I and none besides me.
I will not dwell a widow
and will not know bereavement.”
9These two shall come upon you,
in a flash, on a single day—
bereavement and widowhood
shall come upon you in full measure
despite your many incantations
and the great power of your spells.
10But you trusted in your evil,
you said, “No one sees me.”
Your wisdom and your lore,
it was this that made you stray.
And you said in your heart,
“It is I and none besides me.”
11And evil shall come upon you,
and disaster shall fall upon you,
you shall not know how to ward it off,
and ruin shall suddenly come upon you,
with you unwitting.
12Stay, pray, with your spells
and with your many incantations
with which you toiled from your youth.
Perhaps you may avail,
perhaps still tyrannize.
13You are disabled despite all your counsels.
Let the sky scanners, pray, stand and rescue you,
those who see visions in the stars,
announcing them month after month,
what is to come upon you.
14Look, they have become like straw,
fire burns them up,
they cannot save themselves from the flame.
This is no coal to warm oneself,
no hearth by which to sit.
15This have they become for you, with which you toiled,
your traders since your youth:
each man wanders on his own way,
there is no none to save you.