“Get out of Babylon as fast as you can.Run for your lives! Save your necks!Don’t linger and lose your lives to my vengeance on heras I pay her back for her sins.Babylon was a fancy gold chaliceheld in my hand,Filled with the wine of my angerto make the whole world drunk.The nations drank the wineand they’ve all gone crazy.Babylon herself will stagger and crash,senseless in a drunken stupor—tragic!Get anointing balm for her wound.Maybe she can be cured.”