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