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For a ^(C1)nation has ^(F1)invaded my land, Mighty and without number; ^(C2)Its teeth are the teeth of a lion, And it has the jaws of a lioness.

It has ^(C1)made my vine a waste And my fig tree a stump. It has stripped them bare and hurled them away; Their branches have become white.

^(C1)Wail like a virgin ^(C2)clothed with sackcloth For the groom of her youth.

The ^(C1)grain offering and the drink offering have been cut off From the house of the LORD. The ^(C2)priests mourn, The ministers of the LORD.

The field is ^(C1)ruined, ^(C2)The land mourns; For the grain is ruined, The new wine has dried up, Fresh oil has ^(F1)failed.

^(C1)Be ashamed, you farm workers, Wail, you vinedressers, For the wheat and the barley; Because the ^(C2)harvest of the field is destroyed.

The ^(C1)vine has dried up And the fig tree has withered; The ^(C2)pomegranate, the ^(C3)palm also, and the ^(C4)apple tree, All the trees of the field have dried up. Indeed, ^(C5)joy has dried up From the sons of mankind.