Testo di Disaster Will Come Upon You, & You Will Not Know How To Conjure-it Away

Go down, sit in the dust, daughter of Babylon Sit on the ground without a throne No more will you be called “tender” or “delicate” Take millstones and grind flour Take off your veil... Lift up your skirt and bare your legs, and wade through the streams Your nakedness will be exposed, and your shame uncovered I will take vengeance, and I will spare no one Now then, listen you wanton creature lounging in your security and saying to yourself, “There is none besides me.” “I will never be a widow or suffer the loss of children,” Both of these will overtake you, in a single moment They will come upon you in full measure In spite of your many sorceries & all your potent spells You have trusted in your wickedness by saying, “No one sees me, there is none besides me.