Therefore hear this, thou poor little one, and thou that art drunk but not with wine.
O poor little one, tossed with tempest, without all comfort: behold, I will lay thy stones in order: and will lay thy foundations with sapphires,
Arise, arise, stand up, O Jerusalem, which hast drunk at the hand of the Lord the cup of his wrath; thou hast drunk even to the bottom of the cup of dead sleep, and thou hast drunk even to the dregs.
Be astonished and wonder waver and stagger: be drunk, and not with wine: stagger, and not with drunkenness.
And I have trodden down the people in my wrath and have made them drunk in my indignation: and have brought down their strength to the earth.
He. He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath inebriated me with wormwood.