The abandoned harvest

11Because you rejoice, because you exult, plunderers of my inheritance, because you frolic like a threshing heifer and neigh like stallions,

12Your mother will be utterly ashamed; she who gave birth to you will be disgraced. Behold, she will be the last of the nations, a wilderness, a dry land, and a desert.

13Because of the wrath of Yahweh, it will not be inhabited, but will become a complete desolation. Everyone who passes by Babylon will be appalled and will hiss over all her wounds.

14Draw up against Babylon all around, all you who bend the bow; shoot at her; do not spare an arrow, for she has sinned against Yahweh.

15Raise a shout against her all around; she has given her hand; her foundations have fallen, her walls are torn down. For it is the vengeance of Yahweh—take vengeance on her; as she has done, do to her.

16Cut off from Babylon the sower, and the one who handles the sickle at the time of harvest. Because of the sword of the oppressor, each man will turn to his own people, and each will flee to his own land.