Isaiah 24:7-12

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.

12The city is left in ruins, its gates battered down.