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17 Wake up, wake up, O Jerusalem!
    You have drunk the cup of the Lord’s fury.
You have drunk the cup of terror,
    tipping out its last drops.
18 Not one of your children is left alive
    to take your hand and guide you.
19 These two calamities have fallen on you:
    desolation and destruction, famine and war.
And who is left to sympathize with you?
    Who is left to comfort you?[a]
20 For your children have fainted and lie in the streets,
    helpless as antelopes caught in a net.
The Lord has poured out his fury;
    God has rebuked them.

21 But now listen to this, you afflicted ones
    who sit in a drunken stupor,
    though not from drinking wine.
22 This is what the Sovereign Lord,
    your God and Defender, says:
“See, I have taken the terrible cup from your hands.
    You will drink no more of my fury.
23 Instead, I will hand that cup to your tormentors,
    those who said, ‘We will trample you into the dust
    and walk on your backs.’”

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Footnotes

  1. 51:19 As in Dead Sea Scrolls and Greek, Latin, and Syriac versions; Masoretic Text reads How can I comfort you?

17 (A)Wake yourself, wake yourself,
    stand up, O Jerusalem,
(B)you who have drunk from the hand of the Lord
    the cup of his wrath,
who have drunk to the dregs
    the bowl, (C)the cup of staggering.
18 (D)There is none to guide her
    among all the sons she has borne;
there is none to take her by the hand
    among all the sons she has brought up.
19 (E)These two things have happened to you—
    who will console you?—
devastation and destruction, famine and sword;
    who will comfort you?[a]
20 (F)Your sons have fainted;
    they lie at the head of every street
    like an (G)antelope (H)in a net;
they are full of the wrath of the Lord,
    the rebuke of your God.

21 (I)Therefore hear this, you who are afflicted,
    who are drunk, but not with wine:
22 Thus says your Lord, the Lord,
    your God (J)who pleads the cause of his people:
“Behold, I have taken from your hand (K)the cup of staggering;
the bowl of my wrath you shall drink no more;
23 (L)and I will put it into the hand of your tormentors,
    (M)who have said to you,
    ‘Bow down, that we may pass over’;
and (N)you have made your back like the ground
    and like the street for them to pass over.”

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 51:19 Dead Sea Scroll, Septuagint, Syriac, Vulgate; Masoretic Text how shall I comfort you