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Wake up and cry, you drunks!
    Cry loudly, you wine drinkers!
    New wine has been taken away from you.
A strong nation attacked my land.
    It has too many soldiers to count.
        They have teeth like lions.
        They have fangs like grown lions.
            They destroyed my grapevines.
            They ruined my fig trees.
                They stripped off what they could eat,
                    threw the rest away,
    and left the branches bare.

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Awake, ye drunkards, and weep; and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.

For a nation is come up upon my land, strong, and without number, whose teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he hath the cheek teeth of a great lion.

He hath laid my vine waste, and barked my fig tree: he hath made it clean bare, and cast it away; the branches thereof are made white.

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