¹¹ I will put an end to all her mirth,
    her festivals, her new moons, her Sabbaths,
    and all her appointed festivals.^(A)

¹³ I will silence the music of your songs;
    the sound of your lyres shall be heard no more.^(A)

⁷ The wine dries up;
    the vine languishes;
    all the merry-hearted sigh.^(A)
8 The mirth of the timbrels is stilled;
    the noise of the jubilant has ceased;
    the mirth of the lyre is stilled.^(B)
9 No longer do they drink wine with singing;
    strong drink is bitter to those who drink it.
¹⁰ The city of chaos is broken down;
    every house is shut up so that no one can enter.^(C)
11 There is an outcry in the streets for lack of wine;
    all joy has reached its eventide;
    the gladness of the earth is banished.^(D)
12 Desolation is left in the city;
    the gates are battered into ruins.

²² and the sound of harpists and entertainers and of flutists and trumpeters
    will be heard in you no more,
and an artisan of any trade
    will be found in you no more,
and the sound of the millstone
    will be heard in you no more,^(A)
23 and the light of a lamp
    will shine in you no more,
and the voice of bridegroom and bride
    will be heard in you no more,
for your merchants were the magnates of the earth,
    and all nations were deceived by your sorcery.^(B)