Awake, awake! Rise up, Jerusalem, you who have drunk from the hand of the LORDthe cup of his wrath, you who have drained to its dregs the goblet that makes people stagger.
Among all the children she bore there was none to guide her; among all the children she reared there was none to take her by the hand.
These double calamities have come upon you— who can comfort you?— ruin and destruction, famine and sword— who can console you?
Your children have fainted; they lie at every street corner, like antelope caught in a net. They are filled with the wrath of the LORD, with the rebuke of your God.