Because of this, put on sackcloth;
mourn and wail,
for the Lord’s burning anger
has not turned away from us.

Harness the horses;
mount the steeds;
take your positions with helmets on!
Polish the lances;
put on armor!

Because of the Lord’s wrath,
she will not be inhabited;
she will become a desolation, every bit of her.
Everyone who passes through Babylon
will be horrified
and scoff because of all her wounds.

Don’t let the archer string his bow;
don’t let him put on his armor.
Don’t spare her young men;
completely destroy her entire army!