11 There is an outcry in the streets concerning the wine; All joy turns to gloom. The gaiety of the earth is banished.
12 Desolation is left in the city And the gate is battered to ruins.
13 For thus it will be in the midst of the earth among the peoples, As the shaking of an olive tree, As the gleanings when the grape harvest is over.
14 They raise their voices, they shout for joy; They cry out from the west concerning the majesty of the Lord.
15 Therefore glorify the Lord in the east, The name of the Lord, the God of Israel, In the coastlands of the sea.
16 From the ends of the earth we hear songs, "Glory to the Righteous One," But I say, "Woe to me! Woe to me! Alas for me! The treacherous deal treacherously, And the treacherous deal very treacherously."
17 Terror and pit and snare Confront you, O inhabitant of the earth.