Awake, awake, stand up, O Jerusalem, [i]2288[/i]
_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.