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Flee ye from the midst of Babylon, And deliver ye each his soul, Be not cut off in its iniquity, For a time of vengeance it [is] to Jehovah, Recompence He is rendering to her.

A golden cup [is] Babylon in the hand of Jehovah, Making drunk all the earth, Of its wine drunk have nations, Therefore boast themselves do nations.

Suddenly hath Babylon fallen, Yea, it is broken, howl ye for it, Take balm for her pain, if so be it may be healed.

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“Flee(A) from Babylon!
    Run for your lives!
    Do not be destroyed because of her sins.(B)
It is time(C) for the Lord’s vengeance;(D)
    he will repay(E) her what she deserves.
Babylon was a gold cup(F) in the Lord’s hand;
    she made the whole earth drunk.
The nations drank her wine;
    therefore they have now gone mad.
Babylon will suddenly fall(G) and be broken.
    Wail over her!
Get balm(H) for her pain;
    perhaps she can be healed.

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