CLV(i)
17 Rouse yourself! Rouse yourself! Rise, Jerusalem, who has drunk from the hand of Yahweh the cup of His fury. The dregs of the tremorous cup you drink, have you wrung out."
18 None is conducting her, of all the sons she bears. And no one is holding fast by her hand, of all the sons she brings up."
19 Two things, they are meeting you. Who will condole with you? The devastation and the breaking and the famine and the sword--who will comfort you?