6 For a nation is come up over my land, strong, and without number; its teeth are the teeth of a lion, and it hath the cutting–teeth of the lioness.

7 It hath laid my vine waste, and barked my fig–tree: it hath peeled it clean bare, and cast it down; made white are its light branches.

8 Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the betrothed of her youth.