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The melodious chords of the harp and timbrel are heard no more; the happy days are ended. No more are the joys of wine and song; strong drink turns bitter in the mouth.

10 The city lies in chaos; every home and shop is locked up tight to keep out looters.

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The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth.

They shall not drink wine with a song; strong drink shall be bitter to them that drink it.

10 The city of confusion is broken down: every house is shut up, that no man may come in.

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