Thomson(i)
5 Awake ye drunkard, from your wine and weep. Sing a mournful song all ye who drink wine to drunkenness; for joy and gladness are gone from your mouth.
6 For against my land a nation is come up, strong and innumerable. Their teeth are the teeth of lions; and their grinders, those of a young lion.
7 They have made my vineyard a desolation; and my fig orchards, a waste. They have searched it thoroughly and it is gone to wreck; they have made the branches thereof white.
8 Let thy song of Woe before me be more plaintive than that of a bride clothed with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9 Sacrifice and libation are taken away from the house of the Lord. Mourn ye priests, who minister at the Lord's altar,
10 because the fields are wasted. Let the land mourn: because the corn hath suffered grievously: wine is dried away; oil is diminished;
11 husbandmen are parched up: Mourn, ye farms, for the wheat and barley, because the harvester is perished from the field.
12 The vines are withered and the fig trees are diminished; peach and palm and citron trees and all the trees of the field are withered. Because the children of men are ashamed of joy,