8 The joyful tambourines have ceased.The noise of the jubilant has stopped.The joyful lyre has ceased.
9 They no longer sing and drink wine;beer is bitter to those who drink it.
10 The city of chaos is shattered; every house is closed to entry.
11 In the streets they cry for wine.All joy grows dark;earth’s rejoicing goes into exile.
12 Only desolation remains in the city;its gate has collapsed in ruins.
13 For this is how it will be on earthamong the nations:like a harvested olive tree,like a gleaning after a grape harvest.
14 They raise their voices, they sing out;they proclaim in the westthe majesty of the Lord.