Not one of your children is left alive to help you or tell you what to do.
These two things have been your lot: desolation and destruction, famine and war. And who is left to sympathize? Who is left to comfort you?
For your children have fainted and lie in the streets, helpless as antelopes caught in a net. The LORD has poured out his fury; God has rebuked them.
But now listen to this, you afflicted ones, who sit in a drunken stupor, though not from drinking wine.
This is what the Sovereign LORD, your God and Defender, says: "See, I am taking the terrible cup from your hands. You will drink no more of my fury. It is gone at last!
But I will put that cup into the hands of those who tormented you. I will give it to those who trampled you into the dust and walked on your backs."