17. Wake up, wake up!Arise, Jerusalem,You who drank at the Lord’s handthe cup of his wrath;Who drained to the dregsthe bowl of staggering!
18. She has no one to guide herof all the children she bore;She has no one to take her by the hand,of all the children she reared!—
19. Your misfortunes are double;who is there to grieve with you?Desolation and destruction, famine and sword!Who is there to comfort you?
20. Your children lie helplessat every street cornerlike antelopes in a net.They are filled with the wrath of the Lord,the rebuke of your God.
21. But now, hear this, afflicted one,drunk, but not with wine,