¹² Jūsų motina bus išniekinta ir sugėdinta. Ji bus paskutinė tarp tautų, virs dykyne, sausa žeme, dykuma.

⁴² They lay hold on bow and spear; they are cruel, and have no mercy; their voice roars like the sea; and they ride on horses, everyone set in array, as a man to the battle, against you, daughter of Babylon.