Of all the sons1 she bore there was none to guide her;2 of all the sons she reared there was none to take her by the hand.319
These double calamities4 have come upon you-- who can comfort you?5-- ruin and destruction,6 famine7 and sword8-- who cana console you?
Your sons have fainted; they lie at the head of every street,9 like antelope caught in a net.10 They are filled with the wrath11 of the LORD and the rebuke12 of your God.
Therefore hear this, you afflicted13 one, made drunk,14 but not with wine.
This is what your Sovereign LORD says, your God, who defends15 his people: "See, I have taken out of your hand the cup16 that made you stagger; from that cup, the goblet of my wrath, you will never drink again.
I will put it into the hands of your tormentors,17 who said to you, 'Fall prostrate18 that we may walk19 over you.' And you made your back like the ground, like a street to be walked over."20