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Awake [from your intoxication], you drunkards, and weep;
Wail, all you drinkers of wine,
Because of the [fresh] sweet wine
That is cut off from your mouth.

For a [pagan and hostile] nation has invaded My land [like locusts],
Mighty and without number;
Its teeth are the teeth of a lion,
And it has the fangs of a lioness.(A)

It has made My vine (My people) a waste and object of horror,
And splintered and broken My fig tree.
It has stripped them completely bare and thrown them away;
Their branches have become white.(B)

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Wake up, you drunkards, and weep!
    Wail, all you drinkers of wine;(A)
wail because of the new wine,
    for it has been snatched(B) from your lips.
A nation has invaded my land,
    a mighty army without number;(C)
it has the teeth(D) of a lion,
    the fangs of a lioness.
It has laid waste(E) my vines
    and ruined my fig trees.(F)
It has stripped off their bark
    and thrown it away,
    leaving their branches white.

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