17 Rouse yourself! Rouse yourself! Arise, O Jerusalem, You who have drunk from the LORD’S hand the cup of His anger; Theh Lit bowl of the cup of reelingchalice of reeling you havei Lit drunkdrained to the dregs. | |
18 There is none to guide her among all the sons she has borne, Nor is there one to take her by the hand among all the sons she has reared. | |
19 These two things have befallen you; Who will mourn for you? The devastation and destruction, famine and sword; How shall I comfort you? | |
20 Your sons have fainted, They lie helpless at the head of every street, Like an antelope in a net, Full of the wrath of the LORD, The rebuke of your God. | |