17 Rouse yourself, rouse yourself. Get up, Yerushalem—

you who drank the cup from Yahweh’s hand that was filled with his anger.

You drank the cup that makes you stagger—you drained it.

18 Despite all the children that she’s borne, there’s no one to lead her,

≈ and there’s no one to hold her hand out of all the children that she’s brought up.

19 Those two things have happened to you:

Who shows sympathy to you after the devastation and destruction?

Who comforts you after the famine and war?

20 Your children have fainted and they lie at the end of every street like antelope caught in a net.

They’re full of Yahweh’s anger—the rebuke from your god,

21 so listen to this you oppressed one,

and the one who’s drunk, but not from wine.

22 This is what your master Yahweh,

≈ and your god who defends your people, says:

Listen, I’ve taken that cup of suffering out of your hand—

the goblet containing my rage. You’ll no longer have to drink it.

23 Instead, I’ll put it into your tormentors’ hand—

those who told you to bow down so they could walk over the top of you,

≈ and made your back like the ground or the street for walking on.