20. Thou shalt not be joined with them in burial, be saufe thou haft deftroyed thy land, and flain thy people: the feed of evil doers fball never be renowned.

21. Prepare flaughter for his children for the iniquity of their fathers; that they do not rife, nor poffefs the land, nor fill the face of the world with cities.

22. For I will rife up against them, faith the Lord of bofts, and cut off from Babylon the name, and remnant, and fon and nephew, faith the Lord..

III. r.

No trophied arch, no breathing buff,
Shall dignify thy trampled duft:
No.laurel flourish o'er thy grave.

For why, proud King, thy ruthless hand
Hurl'd Defolation o'er the land;

And crush'd the fubject race, whom kings are born to

fave:

Eternal Infamy fhall blast thy name,

And all thy fons fhall fhare their impious Father's fhame.

III. 2

Rife, purple Slaughter! furious rife
Unfold the terror of thine eyes;

Dart thy vindictive fhafts around:

Let no ftrange land a fhade afford,

No conquer'd Nations call them Lord;

Nor let their cities rife to curfe the goodly ground.

For thus JEHOVAH fwears ;. no Name, no Son No remnant, fhall remain of haughty Babylon..

23. I will also make it a poffeffion for the bittern, and pools of water: and I will fweep it with the befom of deftruction, faith the Lord of hofts.

24. The Lord of hofts bath fworn, faying, Surely as I have thought, fo fhall it come to pass; and as I have purpofed, fo fball it ftand:

25. That I will break the Affyrian in my land, and upon my mountains tread him under foot: then fball his yoke depart from off them, and his burden depart from off their fboulders.

26. This is the purpose that is purposed upon the whole earth: and this is the hand that is fretabed out upon all the nations.

27. For the Lord of hosts bath purpofed, and who shall difanual it? and his band is stretched out, and rabo fball turn it back ?

III. 3.

Thus faith the righteous Lord:

My Vengeance shall unfheath the flaming fword;
O'er all thy realms my Fury fhall be pour'd.
Where yon proud city stood,

I'll spread the ftagnant flood;
And there the Bittern in the fedge fhall lurk,
Moaning with fullen ftrain:

While, fweeping o'er the plain,
Destruction ends her work.

Yes, on mine holy mountain's brow,
I'll crush this proud Affyrian foe.
Th' irrevocable word is fpoke..

From Judah's neck the galling yoke,

Spontaneous falls, she shines with wonted state;

Thus by MYSELF I fwear, and what I fwear is Fate.

FINIS..