Thomson(i)
8 The mirth of the tabrets hath ceased, the sound of the kithara is no more.
9 They are confounded: they have drunk no wine. The palm wine was bitter to them who drank it.
10 Every city is desolated: the houses will be shut up that none may enter.
11 Raise the mournful cry every where for the wine. A stop is put to all the joy of the land; all the joy of the land is gone.