Coverdale(i)
17 Awake, Awake, and stonde vp o Ierusalem, thou that from the honde of the LORDE, hast dronke out the cuppe of his wrath: thou that hast supped of, and sucked out the slombringe cuppe to the botome.
18 For amonge all the sonnes whom thou hast begotten, there is not one that maye holde the vp: and not one to lede the by the honde, of all the sonnes that thou hast norished.
19 Both these thinges are happened vnto the, but who is sory for it? Yee, destruction, waistinge, hunger & swerde: but who hath conforted the?
20 Thy sonnes lie comfortles at ye heade of euery strete like a take venyson, & are ful of ye terrible wrath of ye LORDE, & punyshmet of thy God.