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: