4 What the cutting locust left, the swarming locust has eaten. What the swarming locust left, the hopping locust has eaten. And what the hopping locust left, the destroying locust has eaten.
5 Wake up, drunkards, and weep! Wail, all drinkers of wine, over the new wine, for it is cut off from your mouth.
6 Because a nation has invaded my land, strong and beyond counting. Its teeth are the teeth of a lion, and its fangs are those of a lioness.
7 It has made my vine a desolation, and my fig tree a completely splintered stump. It has stripped them bare and thrown them down; their branches have turned white.
8 Lament like a virgin girded in sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9 The offering and libation are withheld from the house of Yahweh. The priests mourn, the ministers of Yahweh.
10 The field is destroyed; the earth mourns because the grain is destroyed, the new wine dries up, the olive oil languishes.