100 Awake, awake, stand up, O Jerusalem, which hast drunk at the hand of the Lord the cup of his fury;
101 Thou hast drunken the dregs of the cup of trembling wrung out;
102 And none to guide her among all the sons she hath brought forth;
103 Neither that taketh her by the hand, of all the sons she hath brought up.
104 These two sons are come unto thee; who shall be sorry for thee: thy desolation and destruction, and the famine and the sword:
105 And by whom shall I comfort thee?
106 Thy sons have fainted, save these two: 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.
107 Therefore, hear now this, thou afflicted, and drunken, and not with wine:
108 Thus saith thy Lord, The Lord and thy God pleadeth the cause of his people:
109 Behold, I have taken out of thine hand the cup of trembling, the dregs of the cup of my fury; thou shalt no more drink it again.
110 But I will put it into the hand of them that afflict thee; who have said to thy soul, Bow down that we may go over:
