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Wake up and cry, you who drink too much. Cry in a loud voice, all you who drink wine, for the sweet wine has been taken from your lips. A nation has come to fight against my land. Its army is powerful, with too many to number. Its teeth are the teeth of a lion. It has the long, sharp teeth of a female lion. It has made my vine a waste, and has broken my fig tree to pieces. It has torn off their covering and thrown it away. Their branches have become white.

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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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