8 the joy of the tambourine has stopped. The noise of the jubilant has ceased; the joy of the lyre has stopped.
9 They do not drink wine with song; strong drink is bitter to those who drink it.
10 The city of emptiness is broken; every house is shut so that no one can enter;
11 there is an outcry over the wine in the streets. All joy turns into darkness; the joy of the earth disappears.
12 Desolation is left in the city; the gate is crushed into a state of ruin.
13 For it shall be like this in the midst of the earth, among the nations, like the beating of an olive tree, like gleanings when a grape harvest is at an end.
14 They lift up their voices; they sing for joy; they shout out from the west over the majesty of Yahweh.