Isaiah 51:17–23

¹⁷Stir thyself, stir thyself, rise, Jerusalem, Who hast drunk from the hand of Jehovah The cup of His fury, The goblet, the cup of trembling, thou hast drunk, Thou hast wrung out. ¹⁸There is not a leader to her Out of all the sons she hath borne, And there is none laying hold on her hand Out of all the sons she hath nourished. ¹⁹These two are meeting thee, who is moved for thee? Spoiling and destruction—Famine and sword, who—I comfort thee? ²⁰Thy sons have been wrapped up, they have lain down, At the head of all out places, as a wild ox in a net, They are full of the fury of Jehovah, The rebuke of Thy God. ²¹Therefore, hear, I pray thee, this, O afflicted and drunken one, and not with wine, ²²Thus said thy Lord Jehovah, and thy God, He pleadeth for his people: ‘Lo, I have taken out of thy hand the cup of trembling, The goblet, the cup of My fury, Thou dost not add to drink it any more. ²³And I have put it into the hand of those afflicting thee, Who have said to thy soul, Bow down, and we pass over, And thou makest as the earth thy body, And as the street to those passing by!’

Chapter 52