8 The joyous tambourines have ceased;the roar of partyers has stopped;the joyous harp has ceased.
9 No one drinks wine or sings;beer is bitter to its drinkers.
10 The town is in chaos, broken;every house is shut, without entrance.
11 There is a cry for wine in the streets.All joy has reached its dusk;happiness is exiled from the earth.
12 Ruin remains in the city,and the gate is battered to wreckage.
13 It will be like this in the central part of the land and among the peoples,like an olive tree that has been shaken,like remains from the grape harvest.
14 They raise their voice;they sing with joy;from the west they will shout about the Lord’s majesty.