11A cry over the wine [is] in out-places, Darkened hath been all joy, Removed hath been the joy of the land.
12Left in the city [is] desolation, And [with] wasting is the gate smitten.
13When thus it is in the heart of the land, In the midst of the peoples, As the compassing of the olive, As gleanings when harvest hath been finished,
14They -- they lift up their voice, They sing of the excellency of Jehovah, They have cried aloud from the sea.
15Therefore in prosperity honour ye Jehovah, In isles of the sea, the name of Jehovah, God of Israel.
16From the skirt of the earth we heard songs, The desire of the righteous. And I say, `Leanness [is] to me, Leanness [is] to me, wo [is] to me.` Treacherous dealers dealt treacherously, Yea, treachery, treacherous dealers dealt treacherously.
17Fear, and a snare, and a gin, [Are] on thee, O inhabitant of the land.
