Declare to the nations, and publish, and set up a standard ! Publish it,—·—hide not ;-—say Babel is captured, and Bel is degraded i Merodak is frightened l Their idols degraded, their images shattered! For a race from the north is advancing who ravage her country! None remain hers,—»·from the man to the beast, they are scattered! In those days,··—at that time, it shall be as ]EHOvAH Himself says, Israe1's children and ]udah’s united will march, and will weep as they march, And will seek for their GOD EvER—L1v1NG, and ask for the highway to Zion; Then go to the LORD’s Ancient Treaty, nor ever forget it. Lost sheep were My Race, whom their shepherds had lost in the mountains ; T hey strayed about mountains and hills, forgetting the way to their own home l···-· All who found them devoured, their oppressors declared it not wrong, Because they offended the Loma ;——their true Hope, and the Well of their fathers-Jehovah l Fly out from Babel;-—-come out from the land` of the Kasdim like shepherds who go before flocks E For, see! I am rousing and bringing on Babel a crowd of Great Nations From the Land of the North they march on her, from them shoot their arrows, Their skilled Leaders will not return empty, but plunder the Kasdim, shall be full with her plunder! 11‘ 12 16 ‘ Because you rejoiced,—-—when you plundered My Homestead, Because you were fierce like an heifer at grass, and were neighing like stallions, Your mother shall feel her disgrace; and her deep shame she who bore you, She will be last of the Nations, a Desert, 0. Ruin, and burnt Waste l From the wrath of the Loan be unpeopled, and wholly deserted ; All passing by desolate Babel, shall hiss at her wounding} All now who can shoot with the bow, arrange yourselves round about Babel ; Shoot at her,—-»and spare not the darts, for she has offended jnnovau, She submits and her bulwarks have fallen! The Loan will do justice on her, so hasten and throw down her rampartsl Come, execute justice on her, and as she has done, give back to her now! Cut off the sewers from Babel, and scythemen in season of harvest; From the face of your terrible swords let each fly like a dove to his people, Turn, and every man ily to his country. Israel was like a lost flock, whom the lions had driven and scattered At first Ashur’s king was devouring, and now in succession, His bones they were broken by Babel's King, Nebukadnezzar; 542