The city’s joy falls silent

7The new wine mourns, the vine withers; all the glad of heart groan.

8The mirth of tambourines has ceased; the noise of the jubilant has stopped; the mirth of the lyre has ceased.

9They do not drink wine with a song; strong drink is bitter to those who drink it.

10The city of chaos is broken down; every house is shut up so that none may enter.

11There is an outcry over the wine in the streets; all joy has grown dark; the gladness of the earth has gone away.

12Desolation is left in the city, and the gate is battered into ruins.

13For so it will be in the midst of the earth, among the peoples: like the beating of an olive tree, like gleanings when the grape harvest is finished.