Wake up you drunkards and weep
Wail because the wine has been snatched from your lips
A nation has invaded my land
Powerful, and without number

The teeth of a lion, the fangs of a lioness
Mourn like a virgin, in sackcloth grieving her husband

Surely the joy of mankind has withered away
Repent ' Oh, repent

Grain and drink offerings, are cut off from God
New wine is dried up, oil fails

Tell it to their children, and let the children tell it to their friends
What the locust have left, the other locust have eaten

Blood in the oil ' doesn't change its color, no
Doesn't change its color, doesn't change its color'