7 The new wine mourns, the vine languishes; all the merrymakers sigh.
8 The mirth of the timbrels is stilled, the noise of those who rejoice ends, the joy of the lyre is stopped.
9 No more will they drink wine with a song; strong drink will be bitter to those who drink it.
10 The wasted city of emptiness and confusion is broken down; every house is shut up so that no one may enter.
11 There is crying in the streets for wine; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is banished and gone into captivity.
12 In the city is left desolation, and its gate is battered and destroyed.
13 For so shall it be in the midst of the earth among the peoples, as the shaking and beating of an olive tree, or as the gleaning when the vintage is done [and only a small amount of the fruit remains].