17. Awake, awake,stand up, O Jerusalem,you who have drunk at the hand of the Lordthe cup of His fury;the cup of reelingyou have drained to the dregs.
18. There is no one to guide heramong all the sons she has brought forth;nor is there anyone to take hold of her handof all the sons that she has brought up.
19. These two things have befallen you;who shall be mournful for you?Desolation, and destruction, and famine, and sword—how shall I comfort you?
20. Your sons have fainted;they lie at the head of all the streetsas an antelope in a net;they are full of the fury of the Lord,the rebuke of your God.