Zephaniah 2:15

“I too could speak like you, If your soul were in the place of my soul. I could compose words against you And shake my head at you.

Woe to Assyria, the rod of My anger And the staff in whose hands is My indignation,

Rise up, you women who are at ease, And hear my voice; Give ear to my word, You complacent daughters.

“So now, hear this, you sensual one, Who sits securely, Who says in your heart, ‘I am, and there is no one besides me. I will not sit as a widow, Nor know loss of children.’

“Hazor will become a haunt of jackals, A desolation forever; No one will inhabit there, Nor will a son of man sojourn in it.”

All who pass along the way Clap their hands in derision at you; They hiss and shake their heads At the daughter of Jerusalem, “Is this the city of which they said, ‘The perfection of beauty, The joy of the whole earth’?”

‘The merchants among the peoples hiss at you; You have become terrified, And you will cease to be forever.’”’”

And he cried out with a mighty voice, saying, “Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great! And she has become a dwelling place of demons and a prison of every unclean spirit, and a prison of every unclean bird and a prison of every unclean and hateful beast.

“To the degree that she glorified herself and lived sensuously, to the same degree give her torment and mourning, for she says in her heart, ‘I sit as a queen and I am not a widow, and will never see mourning.’