7 The new wine dries up, the vine withers. All the merrymakers now groan.
8 The joyful tambourines have ceased; the noise of revelers has stopped; the joyful harp is silent.
9 They no longer sing and drink wine; strong drink is bitter to those who consume it.
10 The city of chaos is shattered; every house is closed to entry.
11 In the streets they cry out for wine. All joy turns to gloom; rejoicing is exiled from the land.
12 The city is left in ruins; its gate is reduced to rubble.
13 So will it be on the earth and among the nations, like a harvested olive tree, like a gleaning after a grape harvest.