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Awake, drunkards, and weep!
Wail, all you drinkers of wine—
on account of sweet wine,
for it is denied to your mouth!
For a nation has invaded my land.
Vast—yes, without number!
Its teeth are lion’s teeth,
    with jaw-teeth of a lioness.[a]
He has turned my vine to waste
and my fig tree to splinters.
He has stripped off all the bark
    and flung it down—
its branches are left white.

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Footnotes

  1. Joel 1:6 cf. Rev. 9:7-8.