8 The joyful tambourines are stilled,the noise of the revellers has stopped,the joyful harp is silent.
9 No longer do they drink wine with a song;the beer is bitter to its drinkers.
10 The ruined city lies desolate;the entrance to every house is barred.
11 In the streets they cry out for wine;all joy turns to gloom,all joyful sounds are banished from the earth.
12 The city is left in ruins,its gate is battered to pieces.
13 So will it be on the earthand among the nations,as when an olive tree is beaten,or as when gleanings are left after the grape harvest.
14 They raise their voices, they shout for joy;from the west they acclaim the Lord’s majesty.