6Therefore a curse hath consumed the land, And the inhabitants in it are become desolate, Therefore consumed have been inhabitants of the land, And few men have been left.
7Mourned hath the new wine, languished the vine, Sighed have all the joyful of heart.
8Ceased hath the joy of tabrets, Ceased hath the noise of exulting ones, Ceased hath the joy of a harp.
9With a song they drink not wine, Bitter is strong drink to those drinking it.
10It was broken down -- a city of emptiness, Shut hath been every house from entrance.
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.
