Therefore, hear, I pray thee, this, O afflicted and drunken one, and not with wine,
Tarry and wonder, look ye, yea, look, Be drunk, and not with wine, Stagger, and not with strong drink.
Stir thyself, stir thyself, rise, Jerusalem, Who hast drunk from the hand of Jehovah The cup of His fury, The goblet, the cup of trembling, thou hast drunk, Thou hast wrung out.
O afflicted, storm-tossed, not comforted, Lo, I am laying with cement thy stones, And have founded thee with sapphires,
And I tread down peoples in mine anger, And I make them drunk in my fury, And I bring down to earth their strength.
He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.