17 aAwaken yourself! Awaken yourself! Arise, O Jerusalem,
You who have bdrunk from the hand of Yahweh the cup of His wrath;
The chalice of reeling you have drained to the dregs.
18 There is anone to guide her among all the sons she has borne,
Nor is there one to take hold of her by the hand among all the sons she has reared.
19 These two things have befallen you;
Who will console you?
The adevastation and destruction, famine and sword;
How shall I comfort you?
20 Your sons have fainted;
They alie helpless at the head of every street,
Like an bantelope in a net,
Full of the wrath of Yahweh,
The crebuke of your God.