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Awake you drunkards! And weep and howl all you drinkers of wine because of the new wine. For it shall be pulled from your mouth.

“Yea, a nation comes upon My land, mighty and without number, whose teeth are like the teeth of a lion. And he has the jaws of a great lion.

“He has laid waste My vine and splinters the bark of My fig tree. He makes it bare and casts it down. Its branches are made white.”

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