Leeser(i)
7 The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merry-hearted sigh.
8 At rest is the mirth of the tambourines; ceased hath the tumult of the joyful; at rest is the mirth of the harp.
9 Amidst singing shall they no more drink wine; bitter shall be the strong drink to those that drink it.
10 Broken down is the city of desolation; shut up is every house that none can enter.
11 A painful cry for wine is in the streets; darkened is all joy; banished is the mirth of the land.
12 Destruction is left in the city, in ruins is beaten the gate.