5. Awaken, drunkards, and weep!Wail, all wine-drinkers,because the sweet winehas been cut off from your lips.
6. For a nation powerful and innumerablehas invaded my land;its teeth are like the teeth of a lion,like the fangs of a lioness.
7. It has despoiled my vine,and splintered my fig tree;it has stripped off its barkand cast it away,leaving its branches white.
8. Lament like a virgin wearing sackclothfor the husband of her youth.
9. The grain offering and the drink offeringare cut off from the house of the Lord;the priests mourn, who areministers to the Lord.
10. The field is ravaged,the ground mourns;for the grain is ruined,the new wine is dried up,and the oil dwindles.
11. Despair, fieldworkers;wail, vinedressers,for the wheat and the barley,because the harvest of the field has perished.
12. The vine is dried up,and the fig tree is withered;pomegranate, palm, and apple—all the trees of the field are dry;surely joy has withered awayfrom the sons of men.
13. Put on sackcloth and lament, O priests;wail, ministers of the altar.Come, spend the night in sackcloth,ministers of my God,because the grain offering and the drink offeringare withheld from the house of your God.