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.
23 I will put it into the hands of your tormentors,those who said to you,“Bow down, that we may walk over you.”So you offered your back like the ground,like the street for them to walk on.