Oh whore of Babylon daughter of Edom, why are you now so afraid of the Young Lion growling there, yes so afraid of the Son of Man approaching. Woman of the night where is your beauty now and where is your splendour, your roguish laugh, your scarlet red lips so invitingly soft and where are all the kings and statesmen who would wait so eagerly for you to appear.   Behold, your pure silver and gold lies scattered and your gemstones are despised and there is nobody who still values your treasures, Oh whore of Babylon, false sun, dry source, cursed daughter of Edom. Behold, your day has come, it has arrived and your enemy is utterly cruel to you and she is the daughter of Sion.