"I, I am he that comforts you; who are you that you are afraid of man who dies, of the son of man who is made like grass,
and have forgotten the LORD, your Maker, who stretched out the heavens and laid the foundations of the earth, and fear continually all the day because of the fury of the oppressor, when he sets himself to destroy? And where is the fury of the oppressor?
He who is bowed down shall speedily be released; he shall not die and go down to the Pit, neither shall his bread fail.
For I am the LORD your God, who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar--the LORD of hosts is his name.
And I have put my words in your mouth, and hid you in the shadow of my hand, stretching out the heavens and laying the foundations of the earth, and saying to Zion, 'You are my people.'"
Rouse yourself, rouse yourself, stand up, O Jerusalem, you who have drunk at the hand of the LORD the cup of his wrath, who have drunk to the dregs the bowl of staggering.
There is none to guide her among all the sons she has borne; there is none to take her by the hand among all the sons she has brought up.
These two things have befallen you--who will condole with you? --devastation and destruction, famine and sword; who will comfort you?
Your sons have fainted, they lie at the head of every street like an antelope in a net; they are full of the wrath of the LORD, the rebuke of your God.
Therefore hear this, you who are afflicted, who are drunk, but not with wine:
Thus says your Lord, the LORD, your God who pleads the cause of his people: "Behold, I have taken from your hand the cup of staggering; the bowl of my wrath you shall drink no more;