3 Tell your sons about it, And let your sons tell their sons, And their sons the next generation.
4 What the gnawing locust has left, the swarming locust has eaten; And what the swarming locust has left, the creeping locust has eaten; And what the creeping locust has left, the stripping locust has eaten.
5 Awake, drunkards, and weep; And wail, all you wine drinkers, On account of the sweet wine That is cut off from your mouth.
6 For a nation has invaded my land, Mighty and without number; Its teeth are the teeth of a lion, And it has the fangs of a lioness.
7 It has made my vine a waste And my fig tree splinters. It has stripped them bare and cast them away; Their branches have become white.
8 Wail like a virgin girded with sackcloth For the bridegroom of her youth.
9 The grain offering and the drink offering are cut off From the house of the Lord. The priests mourn, The ministers of the Lord.