5 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.
6 For a people has come up upon my land, strong, and without number, whose teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he has the molars of a great lion.
7 He has laid my vine waste and barked my fig tree: he has made it clean bare and cast it away; its branches are made white.
8 Lament like a young woman girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9 The grain offering and the drink offering of the house of the Lord has perished; the priests, the Lord’s ministers, mourn.
10 The field was destroyed, the land mourns; for the wheat was destroyed; the new wine was dried up, the oil perished.
11 Be ye ashamed, O ye husbandmen; howl, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because the harvest of the field is lost.