6. For a nation is come up upon my land, strong, and without number, whose teeth are the teeth of a lion, and he hath the cheek teeth of a great lion.
7. He hath laid my vine waste, and barked my fig tree: he hath made it clean bare, and cast it away; the branches thereof are made white.
8. Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9. The meat offering and the drink offering is cut off from the house of the Lord; the priests, the Lord’s ministers, mourn.
10. The field is wasted, the land mourneth; for the corn is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languisheth.
11. Be ye ashamed, O ye husbandmen; howl, O ye vinedressers, for the wheat and for the barley; because the harvest of the field is perished.