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Flee out of the midst of Babylon And deliver ye every man his own life, Be not cut off in her punishment, - For it is Yahweh's, time of avenging, A recompense, is be repaying unto her.

A cup of gold, was Babylon in the hand of Yahweh, Making drunk all the earth, - Of her wine, have the nations drunk, For this cause have the nations been acting as men who are mad.

Suddenly, hath Babylon fallen and been broken, - Howl ye over her Fetch balsam for her pain, Peradventure she shall be healed!

We would have healed Babylon, but she is not healed, Leave her and let us go every one to his own land, - For her judgment, reacheth unto the heavens, And mounteth as far as the skies.

Yahweh hath brought forth our righteousnesses, - Come and let us relate in Zion the work of Yahweh our God.