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The Locusts—A Powerful Army

Drunks, wake up and cry!
    All of you who drink wine, cry
because your sweet wine is finished.
    You will not taste it again.
A powerful nation came to attack my land.
    Its soldiers were too many to count.
Its weapons were as sharp as a lion’s teeth
    and as powerful as a lion’s jaw.

It destroyed my grapevine.
    Its good vines withered and died.
It destroyed my fig tree,
    stripped off the bark and threw it away.

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Wake up, you drunkards, and weep!
    Wail, all you drinkers of wine;(A)
wail because of the new wine,
    for it has been snatched(B) from your lips.
A nation has invaded my land,
    a mighty army without number;(C)
it has the teeth(D) of a lion,
    the fangs of a lioness.
It has laid waste(E) my vines
    and ruined my fig trees.(F)
It has stripped off their bark
    and thrown it away,
    leaving their branches white.

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