17 Awake, awake! Rise up, O Jerusalem, you who have drunk from the hand of the LORD the cup of His fury; you who have drained the goblet to the dregs—the cup that makes men stagger.
18 Among all the sons she bore, there is no one to guide her; among all the sons she brought up, there is no one to take her hand.
19 These pairs have befallen you: devastation and destruction, famine and sword. Who will grieve for you? Who can comfort you?
20 Your sons have fainted; they lie at the head of every street, like an antelope in a net. They are full of the wrath of the LORD, the rebuke of your God.
21 Therefore now hear this, you afflicted one, drunken, but not with wine.
22 Thus says your Lord, the LORD, even your God, who defends His people: “See, I have removed from your hand the cup of staggering. From that goblet, the cup of My fury, you will never drink again.
23 I will place it in the hands of your tormentors, who told you: ‘Lie down, so we can walk over you,’ so that you made your back like the ground, like a street to be traversed.”