[7] The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merryhearted do sigh. [8] The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth. [9] They shall not drink wine with a song; strong drink shall be bitter to them that drink [10] The city of confusion is broken down: every house is shut up, that no man may come in. [11] There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.