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‘. ’