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Wake up, you drunkards, and weep!
    Wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine,
    for it is cut off from your mouth.
For a nation has come up on my land, strong, and without number.
    His teeth are the teeth of a lion,
    and he has the fangs of a lioness.
He has laid my vine waste,
    and stripped my fig tree.
    He has stripped its bark, and thrown it away.
    Its branches are made white.

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