8. Stilled are the cheerful timbrels,ended the shouts of the jubilant,stilled the cheerful harp.
9. They no longer drink wine and sing;strong brew is bitter to those who drink it.
10. Broken down is the city of chaos,every house is shut against entry.
11. In the streets they cry out for lack of wine;all joy has grown dim,cheer is exiled from the land.
12. In the city nothing remains but desolation,gates battered into ruins.