So now hear this, afflicted one, and drunken, but not with wine.
Afflicted one, storm-tossed and not comforted, behold, I will lay your stones among antimony, and lay your foundations with sapphires.
Awake! Awake! Rise up, O Jerusalem, who drank the cup of His fury from the hand of Jehovah; you have drunk the cup of reeling to the dregs, and wrung them out.
Stand still and wonder! Blind your eyes and be blind! They are drunk, but not with wine; they stagger, but not with strong drink.
And I will tread down the people in My anger, and make them drunk in My fury, and I will pour their juice to the earth.
He has filled me with bitterness and made me drunk with wormwood.