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Flee from Babylon!
    Save your lives, each one of you!
    Do not perish for her guilt.
This is the time of vengeance for the Lord;
    he will exact full recompense for their deeds.
Babylon was a golden cup
    in the hand of the Lord,
    and she made the entire earth drunk.
The nations drank her wine,
    and now they have gone mad.
Suddenly Babylon has fallen and is shattered.
    Wail for her.
Fetch balm for her wounds;
    perhaps she can be cured.

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