5. Wake up, you drunkards, and weep;wail, all you wine drinkers,Over the new wine,taken away from your mouths.
6. For a nation invaded my land,powerful and past counting,With teeth like a lion’s,fangs like those of a lioness.
7. It has stripped bare my vines,splintered my fig tree,Shearing off its bark and throwing it away,until its branches turn white.
8. Wail like a young woman dressed in sackclothfor the husband of her youth.
9. Grain offering and libation are cut offfrom the house of the Lord;In mourning are the priests,the ministers of the Lord.