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.
13. For thus it shall be in the midst of the earth,among the peoples,As when an olive tree has been beaten,as with a gleaning when the vintage is done.