^{7 Ref} The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merryhearted do sigh.

^{8 Ref} The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth.

^{9 Ref} They shall not drink wine with a song; strong drink shall be bitter to them that drink it.

^{10 Ref} The city of confusion is broken down: every house is shut up, that no man may come in.

^{11 Ref} There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.