8 The mirth of tabrets ceaseth,
the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth.
9 They shall not drink wine with a song; strong drink shall be bitter to them that drink it.
10 The city of confusion is broken down:
every house is shut up, that no man may come in.
11 There is a crying for wine in the streets;
all joy is darkened,
the mirth of the land is gone.