Isaiah 24:10-13

10The city of solitude is broken down; every house is shut up, so that none entereth in.

11There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone;

12desolation remaineth in the city, and the gate is smitten, — a ruin.

13For so will it be in the midst of the land among the peoples, as the shaking of an olive-tree, as the grape-gleanings when the vintage is done.