Isaiah 24:7-11

7The new wine mourns; the vine withers. All the carousers now groan.

8The joyful tambourines have ceased. The noise of the jubilant has stopped. The joyful lyre has ceased.

9They no longer sing and drink wine; beer is bitter to those who drink it.

10The city of chaos is shattered; every house is closed to entry.

11In the streets they cry for wine. All joy grows dark; earth’s rejoicing goes into exile.