⁷ Is this your ^(A)joyous city,
Whose antiquity is from ancient days,
Whose feet carried her far off to dwell?

² You who are full of noise,
A ^[a]tumultuous city, ^(A)a joyous city?
Your slain men are not slain with the sword,
Nor dead in battle.

47 “Come ^(A)down and ^(B)sit in the dust,
O virgin daughter of ^(C)Babylon;
Sit on the ground without a throne,
O daughter of the Chaldeans!
For you shall no more be called
Tender and ^[a]delicate.
^2 (D)Take the millstones and grind meal.
Remove your veil,
Take off the skirt,
Uncover the thigh,
Pass through the rivers.

^13 (A)On the land of my people will come up thorns and briers,
Yes, on all the happy homes in ^(B)the joyous city;

⁷ I have seen servants ^(A)on horses,
While princes walk on the ground like servants.