Jeremiah 50:12-16 Your mother, hath turned very pale, She that bare you, hath turned red,––Lo! the last of nations, is––A desert, A parched land, and, A waste plain.

Rotherham⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹² Your mother, hath turned very pale, She that bare you, hath turned red,––Lo! the last of nations, is––A desert, A parched land, and, A waste plain. ¹³ Because of the vexation of Yahweh, she shall not be inhabited, But shall become a complete, desolation,––Every one passing by Babylon, shall be astonished and hiss, over all her plagues. ¹⁴ Set yourselves in array against Babylon round about, All ye who tread the bow, Shoot at her, do not spare so much as an arrow,––For, against Yahweh, hath she sinned. ¹⁵ Raise a shout against her round about, She hath stretched forth her hand, Fallen, are her buttresses, Torn down, are her walls,––Because, the avenging of Yahweh, it is, Take ye vengeance upon her, As she hath done, do ye, unto her. ¹⁶ Cut ye off the sower from Babylon, And him that graspeth the sickle, in the time of harvest. From the face of the sword of the oppressor, Each, to his own people, will they turn, and, Each, to his own land, will they flee.