Oh, the devastation!
Inspired by the first chapter of the Book of Joel, verses 1-12... This entire passage is devastation. It’s like a life spun out of control and dying a slow death. External forces swoop in and gnaw away at all the hard work you’ve done during planting season. The sweat of your brow has been in vain because your harvest is stolen away from you. There’s no life left in your garden with which to sustain yourself. But why? What have you done wrong? Awake, you drunkards, and weep,