5-7 Sober up, you drunks!
    Get in touch with reality—and weep!
Your supply of booze is cut off.
    You’re on the wagon, like it or not.
My country’s being invaded
    by an army invincible, past numbering,
Teeth like those of a lion,
    fangs like those of a tiger.
It has ruined my vineyards,
    stripped my orchards,
And clear-cut the country.
    The landscape’s a moonscape.

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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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