5. Wake up, you drunkards, and weep!Wail, all you wine-drinkers!All the grapes are ruined,and all your sweet wine is gone.
6. A vast army of locusts has invaded my land,a terrible army too numerous to count.Its teeth are like lions’ teeth,its fangs like those of a lioness.
7. It has destroyed my grapevinesand ruined my fig trees,stripping their bark and destroying it,leaving the branches white and bare.
8. Weep like a bride dressed in black,mourning the death of her husband.
9. For there is no grain or wineto offer at the Temple of the lord.So the priests are in mourning.The ministers of the lord are weeping.
10. The fields are ruined,the land is stripped bare.The grain is destroyed,the grapes have shriveled,and the olive oil is gone.
11. Despair, all you farmers!Wail, all you vine growers!Weep, because the wheat and barley—all the crops of the field—are ruined.