Rotherham(i)
4 That which was left by the creeping locust, hath the swarming locust eaten, and, that which was left by the swarming locust, hath the grass locust eaten; and, that which was left by the grass locust, hath the corn locust eaten.
5 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep, and howl, all ye drinkers of wine,––over the new wine, because it hath been cut off from your mouth.
6 For, a nation, hath come up over my land, bold, and without number,––his teeth, are the teeth of a lion, and, the fangs of a lioness, hath he!
7 He hath turned my vine to a waste, and my fig–tree to splinters,––he hath, barked it clean, and cast it down, bleached are its branches.