JPS_ASV_Byz(i)
7 The new wine faileth, the vine fadeth; all the merry-hearted do sigh.
8 The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth.
9 They drink not wine with a song; strong drink is bitter to them that drink it.
10 Broken down is the city of wasteness; every house is shut up, that none may come in.
11 There is a crying in the streets amidst the wine; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.
12 In the city is left desolation, and the gate is smitten unto ruin.