⁶ For a ^(A)nation has come up against my land,
Mighty and without number;
^(B)Its teeth are the teeth of a lion,
And it has the fangs of a lioness.
⁷ It has ^(C)made my vine a desolation
And my fig tree ^[a]splinters.
It has stripped them bare and cast them away;
Their branches have become white.

^8 (D)Wail like a virgin ^(E)girded with sackcloth
For the bridegroom of her youth.