7The new wine dries up, the vine withers.
All the merrymakers now groan.
8The joyful tambourines have ceased;
the noise of revelers has stopped;
the joyful harp is silent.
9They no longer sing and drink wine;
strong drink is bitter to those who consume it.
10The city of chaos is shattered;
every house is closed to entry.
11In the streets they cry out for wine.
All joy turns to gloom;
rejoicing is exiled from the land.
12The city is left in ruins;
its gate is reduced to rubble.
— Isaiah 24:7-12