³⁴ You will drink it^(A) and drain it dry
    and chew on its pieces—
    and you will tear your breasts.

⁸ In the hand of the Lord is a cup
    full of foaming wine mixed^(A) with spices;
he pours it out, and all the wicked of the earth
    drink it down to its very dregs.^(B)

⁷ Give her as much torment and grief
    as the glory and luxury she gave herself.^(A)
In her heart she boasts,
    ‘I sit enthroned as queen.
I am not a widow;^[a]
    I will never mourn.’^(B)