Isaiah 51:17–20

Wake yourself, wake yourself,

stand up, O Jerusalem,

you who have drunk from the hand of the Lord

the cup of his wrath,

who have drunk to the dregs

the bowl, the cup of staggering.

There is none to guide her

among all the sons she has borne;

there is none to take her by the hand

among all the sons she has brought up.

These two things have happened to you—

who will console you?—

devastation and destruction, famine and sword;

who will comfort you?

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.

Awake, awake!

Rise up, Jerusalem,

you who have drunk from the hand of the Lord

the cup of his wrath,

you who have drained to its dregs

the goblet that makes people stagger.

Among all the children she bore

there was none to guide her;

among all the children she reared

there was none to take her by the hand.

These double calamities have come upon you—

who can comfort you?—

ruin and destruction, famine and sword—

who can console you?

Your children have fainted;

they lie at every street corner,

like antelope caught in a net.

They are filled with the wrath of the Lord,

with the rebuke of your God.

Wake yourself, wake yourself up!

Stand up, Jerusalem,

you who have drunk the cup of his fury

from the Lord’s hand;

you who have drunk the goblet to the dregs—

the cup that causes people to stagger.

There is no one to guide her

among all the children she has raised;

there is no one to take hold of her hand

among all the offspring she has brought up.

These two things have happened to you:

devastation and destruction,

famine and sword.

Who will grieve for you?

How can I comfort you?

Your children have fainted;

they lie at the head of every street

like an antelope in a net.

They are full of the Lord’s fury,

the rebuke of your God.

Wake up, wake up, O Jerusalem!

You have drunk the cup of the Lord’s fury.

You have drunk the cup of terror,

tipping out its last drops.

Not one of your children is left alive

to take your hand and guide you.

These two calamities have fallen on you:

desolation and destruction, famine and war.

And who is left to sympathize with you?

Who is left to comfort you?

For your children have fainted and lie in the streets,

helpless as antelopes caught in a net.

The Lord has poured out his fury;

God has rebuked them.

Rouse yourself! Rouse yourself!

Stand up, Jerusalem, who have drunk from the hand of Yahweh the cup of his wrath;

you have drunk the goblet, the cup of staggering;

you have drained it out.

There is no one who guides her among all the children she has borne,

and there is no one who grasps her by the hand among all the children she raised.

Two things here have happened to you—who will show sympathy for you?—

devastation and destruction, famine and sword—who will comfort you?

Your children have fainted;

they lie at the head of all the streets, like an antelope in a snare,

those who are full of the wrath of Yahweh,

the rebuke of your God.

Awake, awake, stand up, O Jerusalem,

Which hast drunk at the hand of the Lord the cup of his fury;

Thou hast drunken the dregs of the cup of trembling, and wrung them out.

There is none to guide her among all the sons whom she hath brought forth;

Neither is there any that taketh her by the hand of all the sons that she hath brought up.

These two things are come unto thee; who shall be sorry for thee?

Desolation, and destruction, and the famine, and the sword:

By whom shall I comfort thee?

Thy sons have fainted, they lie at the head of all the streets, as a wild bull in a net:

They are full of the fury of the Lord, the rebuke of thy God.