7. The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all that were merry-hearted do sigh;
8. the mirth of tambours ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth.
9. They do not drink wine with a song; strong drink is bitter to them that drink it.
10. The city of solitude is broken down; every house is shut up, so that none entereth in.
11. There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone;
12. desolation remaineth in the city, and the gate is smitten, --a ruin.