5 Rouse yourselves, you drunkards, and weep and wail, all you who delight in drinking wine; for it has been cut off from your mouth.
6 For a nation has ascended over my land: strong and without number. His teeth are like the teeth of a lion, and his molars are like that of a lion's young.
7 He has put my vineyard into desolation, and he has pulled off the bark of my fig tree. He has stripped it bare and cast it away; its branches have become white.
8 Lament like a betrothed virgin, wrapped in sackcloth at the loss of the husband of her youth.
9 Sacrifice and libation have perished from the house of the Lord; the priests who are ministers of the Lord have mourned.
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