International Standard Version
A Call to Mourning
5 “Wake up, you drunkards!
Cry aloud and howl, you wine drinkers,
because your supply of new wine has been snatched from you.[a]
6 Indeed, a nation has invaded my land—
it is strong and its population is too large to count[b]—
with teeth like a lion
and fangs[c] like a lioness.
7 That nation[d] laid waste my vines,
and stripped bare my fig tree,
It stripped off[e] its bark.