Isaiah 24:8–11
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8The happy sounds of tambourines will be gone.
The noise of those who enjoy wild parties will stop.
The joyful music of harps will become silent.
9People will no longer sing as they drink wine.
Beer will taste bitter to those who drink it.
10Destroyed cities will lie empty.
People will lock themselves inside their houses.
11In the streets people will cry out for wine.
All joy will turn into sadness.
All happiness will be driven out of the earth.
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ESVEnglish Standard Version
The mirth of the tambourines is stilled,
the noise of the jubilant has ceased,
the mirth of the lyre is stilled.
No more do they drink wine with singing;
strong drink is bitter to those who drink it.
The wasted city is broken down;
every house is shut up so that none can enter.
There is an outcry in the streets for lack of wine;
all joy has grown dark;
the gladness of the earth is banished.
Copyright 2001 Crossway Bibles
NIVNew International Version (2011)
The joyful timbrels are stilled,
the noise of the revelers has stopped,
the joyful harp is silent.
No longer do they drink wine with a song;
the beer is bitter to its drinkers.
The ruined city lies desolate;
the entrance to every house is barred.
In the streets they cry out for wine;
all joy turns to gloom,
all joyful sounds are banished from the earth.
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CSBChristian Standard Bible
The joyful tambourines have ceased.
The noise of the jubilant has stopped.
The joyful lyre has ceased.
They no longer sing and drink wine;
beer is bitter to those who drink it.
The city of chaos is shattered;
every house is closed to entry.
In the streets they cry for wine.
All joy grows dark;
earth’s rejoicing goes into exile.
Copyright 2017 Holman Bible Publishers
NLTNew Living Translation
The cheerful sound of tambourines is stilled;
the happy cries of celebration are heard no more.
The melodious chords of the harp are silent.
Gone are the joys of wine and song;
alcoholic drink turns bitter in the mouth.
The city writhes in chaos;
every home is locked to keep out intruders.
Mobs gather in the streets, crying out for wine.
Joy has turned to gloom.
Gladness has been banished from the land.
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LEBThe Lexham English Bible
the joy of the tambourine has stopped.
The noise of the jubilant has ceased;
the joy of the lyre has stopped.
They do not drink wine with song;
strong drink is bitter to those who drink it.
The city of emptiness is broken;
every house is shut so that no one can enter;
there is an outcry over the wine in the streets.
All joy turns into darkness;
the joy of the earth disappears.
Copyright 2012 Lexham Press
KJV 1900King James Version
The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth,
The joy of the harp ceaseth.
They shall not drink wine with a song;
Strong drink shall be bitter to them that drink it.
The city of confusion is broken down:
Every house is shut up, that no man may come in.
There is a crying for wine in the streets;
All joy is darkened,
The mirth of the land is gone.
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