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Awake, ye drunkards, and weep; and wail, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it is cut off from your mouth. For a nation is come up upon my land, strong, and without number; his teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he hath the jaw-teeth of a lioness. He hath laid my vine waste, and [a]barked my fig-tree: he hath made it clean bare, and cast it [b]away; the branches thereof are made white.

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  1. Joel 1:7 Or, broken
  2. Joel 1:7 Or, down