16 I have put my words into your mouth,I covered you, shielded by my hand,Stretching out the heavens,laying the foundations of the earth,saying to Zion: You are my people.
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,
22 Thus says the Lord, your Master,your God, who defends his people:See, I am taking from your handthe cup of staggering;The bowl of my wrathyou shall no longer drink.