15 And Ipam the Lord thy God, that stirreth up the sea, and its waves roared; the Lord of Hosts is his name.

16 put my words in thy mouth, and with the shadow of my hand have. I covered thee, to plant the heavens, and to lay the foundations of the earth, and say unto Zion, Thou art my people.

8 ﬁn. Lit. ‘for a generation of generations.12. ‘that thou...,’ Heb. ‘and thou fearest.’ ‘made,’ or ‘given up as grass.14. ‘in,’ lit. ‘unto the pit.’15. ‘stirreth up’: or, ‘calmeth,’ ‘settleth,’ as ver. 4, Jer. xxxi. 2 however, Jer. l. 34.

17 Wake, wake thee up, arise, O Jerusalem, which hast drunk at the hand of the Lord the cup of his fury; thou hast drunken the bowl of the cup of bewilderment, thou hast drained it out.

18 There is no guide for her among all the sons that she hath brought forth, neither is there any, that taketh hold of her hand of all the sons that she bought up.

19 These two things are come upon thee: who will mourn with thee? wasting and destruction, and the famine and the sword: how shall I comfort thee?

20 Thy sons have fainted: they lie at the head of all the streets, like an antelope in a net; they that are ﬁlled with the fury of the LORD, the rebuke of thy God.

21 Therefore hear now this, thou afflicted, and drunken, and not with wine:

22 Thus saith thy Lord, the Lord, and thy God, that pleadeth the cause of his people, Behold, I take out of thine hand the cup of bewilderment, the bowl of the cup of my fury; thou shalt no more drink it again:

23 And I will putit into the hand of thy tormentors; which said to thy soul, Bow down, and we will pass over; and thou didst set thy back as the earth, and as the street, to them that passed over.

LII. 1 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, O Zion! Put on thy garments of beauty, O Jerusalem, holy city: for there shall no more come into thee again the uncircumcised and the unclean.

19. ‘how . . . ’ literally, ‘who?’ (meaning doubtful). ‘In what character? Cheyne: others, ‘By whom?’ ‘who but I,’20. Or, literally, ‘Thy sons are shrouded.

2 Shake thyself from the dust: arise, sit, Jerusalem! the bands of thy neck are loosed, O Captive daughter of Zion‘. ’

3 For thus saith the LORD, .Ye were sold for nought; and not with silver shall ye be redeemed.