So now hear this, afflicted one, and drunken, but not with wine.
Stand still and wonder! Blind your eyes and be blind! They are drunk, but not with wine; they stagger, but not with strong drink.
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.
Afflicted one, storm-tossed and not comforted, behold, I will lay your stones among antimony, and lay your foundations with sapphires.
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.