6. For a nation is come up upon my land, strong and without number: his teeth are like the teeth of a lion: and his cheek teeth as of a lion's whelp.
7. He hath laid my vineyard waste, and hath pilled off the bark of my fig tree: he hath stripped it 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. Sacrifice and libation is cut off from the house of the Lord: the priests, the Lord's ministers, have mourned:
10. The country is destroyed, the ground hath mourned: for the corn is wasted, the wine is confounded, the oil hath languished.