Study Desk

^(C1)Pull yourself up! Pull yourself up! Arise, Jerusalem! You who have ^(C2)drunk from the LORD'S hand the cup of His anger; The ^(F1)chalice of staggering you have drunk to the dregs.

There is ^(C1)no one to guide her among all the sons to whom she has given birth, Nor is there anyone to take her by the hand among all the sons she has raised.

These two things have happened to you; Who will mourn for you? The ^(C1)devastation and destruction, famine and sword; How shall I comfort you?

Your sons have fainted, They ^(C1)lie helpless at the head of every street, Like an ^(C2)antelope in a net, Full of the wrath of the LORD, The ^(C3)rebuke of your God.