11. Yes, rejoice and exult,you that plunder my heritage;Frisk like calves on the grass,neigh like stallions!
12. Your mother will indeed be put to shame,she that bore you shall be abashed;See, the last of the nations,a wilderness, a dry wasteland.
13. Because of the Lord’s wrath it shall be uninhabited,become an utter wasteland;Everyone who passes by Babylon will be appalledand hiss at all its wounds.