I will come upon you
In my wrath
Making you bald as a vulture
Writhing in pain as a woman
At the apex of her labours.
Wailing at the loss of
Ill gotten gains.
Exiled, humiliated
To Babylon.
While my stedfast Remnant
Sees the return of
Peace and plenty
Fast and bountiful
Yields of crops and vines
Singing, come and let us go
Up to the Mountain of our Lord
And to theHouse of our God.
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