Coverdale(i)
7 The swete wyne shal mourne, the grapes shalbe weake, and all yt haue bene mery in harte, shal sighe.
8 The myrth of tabrettes shalbe layde downe, the chere of the ioyful shal ceasse, and the pleasure of lutes shal haue an ende:
9 there shal no more wyne bedronke with myrth, the beer shal be bytter to the that drinke it,
10 the wicked cities shalbe broken downe, all houses shalbe shut, that no man maye come in.
11 In the stretes shal there be lift vp a crie because of wyne, all mens chere shal vanish awaye, and all ioye of the earth shal passe.
12 Desolacion shal remayne in the cities, and the gates shalbe smytten with waistnesse.