But Zion says, "The LORD has abandoned me; my Lord has forgotten me."
Can a woman forget her nursing child, fail to pity the child of her womb? Even these may forget, but I won't forget you.
Look, on my palms I've inscribed you; your walls are before me continually.
Your builders come quickly; those who destroy and demolish you will depart from you.
Look up all around and see: they are all gathered; they come to you. As surely as I live, says the LORD, you will put them all on like ornaments, bind them on like a bride.
As for your ruins and desolate places and destroyed land— you will soon be crowded with settlers, and those who swallowed you will be far away.
You will again hear the children who were born bereaved say, "The place is too crowded for me; make room for me to settle."
And you will think to yourself, Who bore me these? I was bereaved and desolate, exiled and sent off. So who raised these? I was left behind, I was alone; where were these?
The LORD God says: Look, I will raise my hand to the nations, and to the peoples I will lift up my signal. They will bring your sons in their arms, and will carry your daughters on their shoulders.
Kings will be your attendants, and their queens your nursemaids. With faces to the ground they will bow down to you; they will lick the dust from your feet. You will know that I am the LORD; the one who hopes in me won't be ashamed.
Can loot be taken from warriors? Can a tyrant's captives escape?
The LORD says: Even the captives of warriors will be taken, and the tyrant's loot will escape. I myself will oppose those who oppose you, and I myself will save your children.
I will make your oppressors eat their own flesh; and as with wine, with their own blood they will be drunk, so that all flesh will know that I, the LORD, am your savior, and the mighty one of Jacob is your redeemer.