8 The mirth of tambourines ceases; the noise of those that rejoice ends; the joy of the harp ceases.
9 They shall not drink wine with a song; the drink shall be bitter to them that would drink it.
10 The city of confusion is broken down: every house is shut up that no man may come in.
11 There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened; the mirth of the land is gone.
12 In the city is left desolation, and the gate is smitten with destruction.
13 For thus it shall be in the midst of the land among the peoples as the shaking of an olive tree, as the gleanings when the vintage is done.
14 These shall lift up their voice; they shall sing joyfully in the majesty of the Lord; they shall lift up their voice from the sea.