Isaias

8 The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the uproar of the jubilant endeth, the of the harp ceaseth.

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

10 The city of wasteness is broken down; every house is shut up, not to enter.

11 There is a crying in the streets for wine; all joy is grown dark; the mirth of the land is gone.

12 There remaineth in the city desolation, and into ruin the gate is beaten down.