5 Sober up, you drunkards!Cry long and loud;your wine supply is gone.
6 A powerful nationwith countless troopshas invaded our land.They have the teeth and jawsof powerful lions.
7 Our grapevines and fig treesare stripped bare;only naked branches remain.
8 Grieve like a young womanmourning for the manshe was to marry.
9 Offerings of grain and wineare no longer broughtto the Lord's temple.His servants, the priests,are deep in sorrow.
10 Barren fields mourn;grain, grapes, and olivesare scorched and shrivelled.
11 Mourn for our farmsand our vineyards!There's no wheat or barleygrowing in our fields.