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Flee out of the middest of Babylon, and deliuer euery man his soule: bee not cut off in her iniquitie: for this is the time of the Lords vengeance: he will render vnto her a recompence.

Babylon hath beene a golden cup in the Lords hand, that made all the earth drunken: the nations haue drunken of her wine, therefore the nations are mad.

Babylon is suddenly fallen and destroyed: howle for her, take balme for her paine, if so be she may be healed.

We would haue healed Babylon, but she is not healed: forsake her, and let vs goe euery one into his owne countrey: for her iudgement reacheth vnto heauen, and is lifted vp euen to the skies.

The Lord hath brought forth our righteousnesse: come and let vs declare in Zion the worke of the Lord our God.