97 The captive exile hasteneth, that he may be loosed and that he should not die in the pit, nor that his bread should fail.
98 But I Am the Lord thy God, whose waves roared - The Lord of Hosts is My name.
99 And I have put My words in thy mouth and hath covered thee in the shadow of Mine hand, That I may plant the heavens and lay the foundations of the earth and say unto Zion, 'Behold, thou art My people.'"
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.