7 The vintage has mourned. The vine has languished. All those who were rejoicing in their hearts have groaned.
8 The gladness of the drums has ceased. The sound of rejoicing has quieted. The sweetness of stringed instruments has been silenced.
9 They will not drink wine with a song. The drink will be bitter to those who drink it.
10 The city of vanity has been worn away. Every house has been closed up; no one enters.
11 There will be a clamor for wine in the streets. All rejoicing has been abandoned. The gladness of the earth has been carried away.
12 Solitude is what remains in the city, and calamity will overwhelm its gates.
13 For so shall it be in the midst of the earth, in the midst of the people: it is as if the few remaining olives are being shaken from the olive tree, and it is like a few clusters of grapes, when the grape harvest has already ended.