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What the cutting locust left,
    the swarming locust has eaten.
What the swarming locust left,
    the hopping locust has eaten.
And what the hopping locust left,
    the destroying locust has eaten.
Wake up, you drunkards, and weep!
    Lament, all you winedrinkers!
For the juice of the grape
    will be snatched from your mouth.
For a nation has invaded my land,
    powerful and too vast to count,
possessing teeth like those of a lion,
    and the fangs of a lioness.

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