VIN(i)
7 The new wine dries up; the vine languishes. All the merry of heart sigh;
8 the joy of the tambourine has stopped. The noise of the jubilant has ceased; the joy of the lyre has stopped.
9 They no longer drink wine with a song. The beverage is bitter to its drinkers.
10 The ruined city lies desolate. The entrance to every house is barred and none may enter.
11 In the streets they cry out for wine. Joy turns to gloom and rejoicing is banished from the earth.