Isa 47 | BSB | STEP | Go down and sit in the dust, O Virgin Daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground without a throne, O Daughter of Chaldea! For you will no longer be called tender and delicate.

‏ Isaiah 47

The Fall of Babylon Predicted

1 Go down and sit in the dust, O Virgin Daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground without a throne, O Daughter of Chaldea! ^{▼▼Or Babylon; also in verse 5} For you will no longer be called tender and delicate. 2 Take millstones and grind flour; remove your veil, strip off your skirt, bare your thigh, wade through the streams. 3 Your nakedness will be uncovered and your shame will be exposed. I will take vengeance; I will spare no one. 4 Our Redeemer— the LORD of Hosts is His name— [is] the Holy One of Israel. 5 Sit in silence and go into darkness, O Daughter of Chaldea. For you will no longer be called the queen of kingdoms. 6 I was angry with My people; I profaned My heritage, and I placed them under your control. You showed them no mercy; even upon the elderly you laid a most heavy yoke. 7 You said, ‘I will be queen forever .’ You did not take these things to heart or consider their outcome. 8 So now hear this, O lover of luxury, who sits securely, who says to herself, ‘I [am] , and there is none besides me. I will never be a widow or know the loss of children.’ 9 These two [things] will overtake you in a moment, in a single day: loss of children, and widowhood. They will come upon you in full measure, in spite of your many sorceries and the potency of your spells. 10 You were secure in your wickedness; you said, ‘No one sees me.’ Your wisdom and knowledge led you astray; you told yourself, ‘I [am] , and there is none besides me.’ 11 But disaster will come upon you; you will not know how to charm it away. A calamity will befall you that you will be unable to ward off. Devastation will happen to you suddenly and unexpectedly. 12 So take your stand with your spells and with your many sorceries, with which you have wearied yourself from your youth. Perhaps you will succeed; perhaps you will inspire terror! 13 You are wearied from your many counsels. So let them stand and save you— the astrologers who observe the stars, who monthly predict your fate. 14 Surely they are like stubble; the fire will burn them up. They cannot deliver themselves from the power of the flame. There will be no coals to warm them or fire to sit beside. 15 This is what they are to you— those with whom you have labored and traded from youth— each one strays in his own direction; not one of them can save you.