Isaiah 47:1-3

The Voice

47 Eternal One: Ah, pretty virgin daughter, Miss Babylon,
        come down and sit in the dust.
    Sit on the ground where you belong: your throne is no more,
        daughter of the Chaldeans, no longer all dainty, delicate.
²     And with those delicate fingers grab the heavy millstones and grind the grain.
        Take off your lacy veil, lift your skirt, bare your legs, and
    Cross the mud and muck of the river on foot like any other slave.
³     Everyone will see you naked; your humiliation will be most public.
        I intend to make you pay, and no one will interfere.^[a]