Rotherham(i)
7 Mourneth, the new wine, Withereth, the vine,––Sighing, are all the merryhearted:
8 Ceased, hath the mirth of timbrels, Ended, is the noise of the uproarious,––Ceased, hath the mirth of the lyre:
9 With a song, they drink not wine,––Bitter, is strong drink, to them who drink it:
10 Broken down, is the city of desolation,––Shut up, every house, that it cannot be entered.
11 There is an outcry concerning wine, in the streets,––Darkened, is all joy, Departed, the gladness of the earth.