Isaiah 24:7-11

7The grapevines waste away, and there is no new wine. All the merrymakers sigh and mourn.

8The cheerful sound of tambourines is stilled; the happy cries of celebration are heard no more. The melodious chords of the harp are silent.

9Gone are the joys of wine and song; alcoholic drink turns bitter in the mouth.

10The city writhes in chaos; every home is locked to keep out intruders.

11Mobs gather in the streets, crying out for wine. Joy has turned to gloom. Gladness has been banished from the land.