^{7 Ref} Mourned hath the new wine, languished the vine, Sighed have all the joyful of heart.

^{8 Ref} Ceased hath the joy of tabrets, Ceased hath the noise of exulting ones, Ceased hath the joy of a harp.

^{9 Ref} With a song they drink not wine, Bitter is strong drink to those drinking it.

^{10 Ref} It was broken down -- a city of emptiness, Shut hath been every house from entrance.

^{11 Ref} A cry over the wine `is' in out-places, Darkened hath been all joy, Removed hath been the joy of the land.

^{12 Ref} Left in the city `is' desolation, And `with' wasting is the gate smitten.