CLV(i)
7 Mournful is the grape juice; enfeebled is the vine. Sigh does every rejoicing heart.
8 Cease does the elation of tambourines. Left off is the tumult of the joyous. Cease does the elation of the harp.
9 Ashamed, they are drinking no wine. And the intoxicant is bitter to its drinkers."
10 Broken is every town--a chaos. Locked is every house against entry.
11 Yelling over the wine is in the streets; the eventide is it for all rejoicing. Deported is all the elation of the land.
12 And there remains in the city, desolation, and houses, forsaken, perish, and a tumult is pounding the gate."