8. The cheerful sound of tambourines is stilled;the happy cries of celebration are heard no more.The melodious chords of the harp are silent.
9. Gone are the joys of wine and song;alcoholic drink turns bitter in the mouth.
10. The city writhes in chaos;every home is locked to keep out intruders.
11. Mobs gather in the streets, crying out for wine.Joy has turned to gloom.Gladness has been banished from the land.
12. The city is left in ruins,its gates battered down.
13. Throughout the earth the story is the same—only a remnant is left,like the stray olives left on the treeor the few grapes left on the vine after harvest.