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Awaken, drunkards, and weep!
    Wail, all wine-drinkers,
because the sweet wine
    has been cut off from your lips.
For a nation powerful and innumerable
    has invaded my land;
its teeth are like the teeth of a lion,
    like the fangs of a lioness.
It has despoiled my vine,
    and splintered my fig tree;
it has stripped off its bark
    and cast it away,
    leaving its branches white.

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