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 have 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:
