Wake yourself up, wake yourself up,
get up, Yerushalaim,
You who drank from Yahweh’s hand
his fury cup.
The chalice, the shaking cup,
you drank, you drained.

There was no one guiding her,
of all the children to whom she gave birth.
There was no one taking her by the hand,
of all the children she brought up.

There were two things befalling you
(who was to mourn for you?),
Destruction and breaking, famine and sword
(who was I to comfort you?).

Your children were overcome,
they lay down at the entrance to all the streets
like a snared oryx,
The people full of Yahweh’s fury,
of your God’s reprimand.

Therefore please listen to this,
humble one, drunk but not with wine.
Your Lord Yahweh has said this,
your God who argues for his people:
‘There, I’m taking from your hand
the shaking cup,
My chalice, the fury cup,
which you will never drink again.
I’ll put it into the hand of your tormentors,
the people who said to your neck,
“Bow down so we may pass over.”
And you made your back like the earth,
like the street for them to pass over.’

Goldingay, John; Goldingay, John; Wright, Tom; Wright, Tom. The Bible for Everyone . SPCK. Kindle Edition.