© Promised Land Publications
Awake, awake, stand up, O Jerusalem,
which hast drunk at the hand of the Lord
the cup of his fury—
thou hast drunken the dregs of the cup
of trembling wrung out—
And none to guide her among all the sons
she hath brought forth;
neither that taketh her by the hand,
of all the sons she hath brought up.
These two sons are come unto thee,
who shall be sorry for thee—
thy desolation and destruction,
and the famine and the sword—
and by whom shall I comfort thee?
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.