A strong Angel reached for a boulder—huge, like a millstone—and heaved it into the sea, saying,Heaved and sunk, the great city Babylon,sunk in the sea, not a sign of her ever again.Silent the music of harpists and singers—you’ll never hear flutes and trumpets again.Artisans of every kind—gone;you’ll never see their likes again.The voice of a millstone grinding falls dumb;you’ll never hear that sound again.The light from lamps, never again;never again laughter of bride and groom.Her traders robbed the whole earth blind,and by black-magic arts deceived the nations.The only thing left of Babylon is blood—the blood of saints and prophets,the murdered and the martyred.