I took the cup from God’s hand and made them drink it, all the nations to which he sent me:Jerusalem and the towns of Judah, along with their kings and leaders, turning them into a vast wasteland, a horror to look at, a cussword—which, in fact, they now are;Pharaoh king of Egypt with his attendants and leaders, plus all his people and the melting pot of foreigners collected there;All the kings of Uz;All the kings of the Philistines from Ashkelon, Gaza, Ekron, and what’s left of Ashdod;Edom, Moab, and the Ammonites;All the kings of Tyre, Sidon, and the coastlands across the sea;Dedan, Tema, Buz, and the nomads on the fringe of the desert;All the kings of Arabia and the various Bedouin sheiks and chieftains wandering about in the desert;All the kings of Zimri, Elam, and the Medes;All the kings from the north countries near and far, one by one;All the kingdoms on planet Earth . . .And the king of Sheshak (that is, Babylon) will be the last to drink.