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Just heav'ns! is thus thy pride imperial gone? Is this poor heap of dust the King of Babylon?
Is this the Man, whose nod
Famine pursued, and frown'd;
Earth figh’d, and, all around,
While, at his crouded prison's gate,
Stood stern Captivity.
The laurel, shades their sacred duft:
20. Thou shalt not be joined with them in burial, because thou hast destroyed thy land, and pain thy people: the feed of evil doers shall never be renowned.
21. Prepare Naughter for his children for the iniquity of their fathers; that they do not rise, nor polless the land, nor fill the face of the world with cities.
22. For I will rise up against them, saith the Lord of hosts, and cut off from Babylon the name, and remnant, and son and nephew, saith the Lord.
No trophied arch, no breathing buft,
No laurel Aourish o'er thy grave.
Hurld Desolation o'er the land;
Eternal Infamy shall blast thy name, And all thy sons shall share their impious Father's shame.
Rise, purple Slaughter! furious rise;
Dart thy vindi&tive shafts around:
No conquer'd Nations call them Lord;
For thus JEHOVAH swears; no Name, no Son,
23. I will also make it a polésson for the bittern, and pools of water : and I will sweep it with the besom of destruction, saith the Lord of hosts.
24. The Lord of hosts hath fworn, saying, Surely as I have thought, fo fall it come to pass ; and as I bave purposed, so Mall it stand:
25. That I will break the Asyrian in my land, and upon my mountains tread him under foot: then shall bis yoke depart from off them, and his burden depart from off their boulders.
26. This is the purpose that is purposed upon the whole carth: and this is the hand that is stretched out upon all she nations.
27. For the Lord of hofts hath purposed, and who shall disannul it? and his hand is stretched out, and who fall turn it back?
Thus faith the righteous Lord:
Where yon proud City stood,
I'll spread the stagnant flood;
Moaning with fullen strain:
Destruction ends her work.
From Judah's neck the galling yoke,
FIN I S.