CLV(i)
17 Rouse yourself! Rouse yourself! Rise, Jerusalem, who has drunk from the hand of Yahweh the cup of His fury. The dregs of the tremorous cup you drink, have you wrung out."
18 None is conducting her, of all the sons she bears. And no one is holding fast by her hand, of all the sons she brings up."
19 Two things, they are meeting you. Who will condole with you? The devastation and the breaking and the famine and the sword--who will comfort you?
20 Your sons swoon. They lie at the head of all the streets, as an antelope in a noose, full of the fury of Yahweh, the rebuke of your Elohim."
21 Wherefore pray, hear this, humbled one, and drunken one, yet not with wine:"
22 Thus says your Lord Yahweh, and your Elohim, who is contending for His people, "Behold! I take from your hand the tremorous cup, the dregs of the cup of My fury. You are not continuing to drink it any longer,