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Awake, you drunkards, and weep,
    and (A)wail, all you drinkers of wine,
because of (B)the sweet wine,
    for it is cut off from your mouth.
For (C)a nation has come up against my land,
    (D)powerful and beyond number;
(E)its teeth are lions' teeth,
    and it has the fangs of a lioness.
It has laid waste my vine
    and splintered my (F)fig tree;
it has stripped off their bark and thrown it down;
    their branches are made white.

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