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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.
It has laid waste my vines
    and destroyed my fig trees,
stripping off their bark
    and leaving their branches white.

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