7 The new wine mourns;g

the vine withers.

All the carousers now groan.

8 The joyful tambourinesh have ceased.

The noise of the jubilant has stopped.

The joyful lyre has ceased.

9 They no longer sing and drink wine;

beer is bitter to those who drink it.

10 The city of chaos is shattered;i

every house is closed to entry.j

11 In the streets they cryA for wine.

All joy grows dark;

earth’s rejoicing goes into exile.