(A)Rouse yourself! Rouse yourself! Arise, O Jerusalem, You who have (B)drunk from the Lord’s hand the cup of His anger; The (a)chalice of reeling you have (b)drained to the dregs.
Your sons have fainted, They (E)lie helpless at the head of every street, Like an (F)antelope in a net, Full of the wrath of the Lord, The (G)rebuke of your God.
Footnotes:
a.Isaiah 51:17: ['Lit ', bowl of the cup of reeling]