YLT(i)
7 Mourned hath the new wine, languished the vine, Sighed have all the joyful of heart.
8 Ceased hath the joy of tabrets, Ceased hath the noise of exulting ones, Ceased hath the joy of a harp.
9 With a song they drink not wine, Bitter is strong drink to those drinking it.
10 It was broken down—a city of emptiness, Shut hath been every house from entrance.
11 A cry over the wine is in out-places, Darkened hath been all joy, Removed hath been the joy of the land.