I will cut off the wicked from the land
Their cites will perish
Their offspring will never be prosperous
I will cut off Babylon and her children
They will not inherit the land
I will send my army against them
Her cities will fall into ruin
And her fields into marshland
Her crops will wither and die
She will lose all her riches they will be handed over as spoils to the righteous
My hand is against the wicked they shall not inherit the land
Amen