Isaiah 24:8
The myrth of tabrettes shalbe layde downe, the chere of the ioyful shal ceasse, and the pleasure of lutes shal haue an ende:
The myrth of tabrettes shalbe layde downe, the chere of the ioyful shal ceasse, and the pleasure of lutes shal haue an ende:
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7The swete wyne shal mourne, the grapes shalbe weake, and all yt haue bene mery in harte, shal sighe.
14The elders syt no more vnder the gates, and the yonge men vse nomore playenge of Musick.
15The ioye of oure herte is gone, oure mery quere is turned in to mourninge.
9there shal no more wyne bedronke with myrth, the beer shal be bytter to the that drinke it,
10the wicked cities shalbe broken downe, all houses shalbe shut, that no man maye come in.
11In the stretes shal there be lift vp a crie because of wyne, all mens chere shal vanish awaye, and all ioye of the earth shal passe.
12Desolacion shal remayne in the cities, and the gates shalbe smytten with waistnesse.
10Myrth and chere was gone out of ye felde & vynyardes, in so moch, that no man was glad ner sunge. There wete no treader in to the wynepresse, their mery chere was layde downe.
11Wherfore my bely robled (as it had bene a lute) for Moabs sake, & myne inwarde membres, for the bryck walles sake.
11Wo be vnto them that ryse vp early to vse them selues in dronkynnes, and yet at night are more superfluous with wyne.
12In whose companies are harpes and lutes, tabrettes and pipes, and wyne. But they regarde not the worke of the LORDE, and cosidre not the operacio of his hondes.
8Thou shalt not go in to their feast house, to syt downe, moch lesse to eate or drynke with them.
9For thus saieth the LORDE off hoostes the God off Israel: Beholde, I shall take awaye out of this place, the voyce off myrth ad gladnesse, the voyce off the brydegrome and off the bryde: yee and that in youre dayes, that ye maye se it.
33Myrth and cheare shalbe taken awaye from the tymbre felde, and from the whole londe off Moab. There shall be no swete wyne in the presse, the treader shall haue no stomacke to crie, yee there shall be none to crie vnto him:
12They beare with them tabrettes and harpes, and haue instrumentes of musick at their pleasure.
10Morouer, I will take from them the voyce of gladnesse and solace, the voyce of the brydegrome & the bryde, the voyce of the anoynted, with the cre?shettes:
34And as for the voyce of myrth & gladnesse of the cities of Iuda, & Ierusalem, the voyce of the brydegrome and of the bryde: I will make them ceasse, for the londe shal be desolate.
13Thus wil I brynge the melody of thy songes, & the voyce of thy mynstrelsy to an ende, so that they shal nomore be herde.
31my harpe is turned to sorow, & my pipe to wepinge.
5Wake vp ye dronckardes, & wepe: mourne all ye wyne suppers, because of youre swete wyne, for it shal be taken awaye from youre mouth.
13The herte is soroufull euen in laughter, and the ende of myrth is heuynesse.
11Morouer, I wil take awaye all hir myrth, hir holy dayes, hir newmoones, hir Sabbathes and all hir solempne feastes:
4whan the dores in the stretes shal be shutt, and whan ye voyce of the Myller shall be layed downe: whan men shall ryse vp at the voyce of the byrde, and whan all ye doughters of musyck shalbe brought lowe:
22And the voyce of harpers, and musicions, and of pypers, and trompetters, shalbe herde no more in the: and no craftes man (of what soeuer craft he be) shalbe founde eny more in the: and the sounde of a myll shalbe herde no more in the:
12The grape gatherers shal make greate mone, when the vynyarde & fygetrees be so vtterly waisted. Yee all the pomgarnettes, palmtrees, apletrees, & the other trees of the felde shall wyther awaye. Thus the mery cheare of the children of men, shal come to confucion.
12And they shal come, & reioyce vpon the hill of Sion, & shall haue plenteousnes of goodes, which the LORDE shall geue them: Namely, wheate, wyne, oyle, yonge shepe and calues. And their conscience shalbe as a well watred garden, for they shall nomore be hongrie.
13Then shal the mayde reioyce in the daunce, yee both yonge and olde folkes. For I will turne their sorow in to gladnesse, and will comforte them, and make them ioyfull, euen from their hertes.
23Awaye with that noyse of thy songes, I wil not heare thy playes of musick:
9For the meate & drynkofferynge shalbe taken awaye from the house of the LORDE: & the prestes ye LORDES ministers shal mourne.
10The felde shalbe waisted, the londe shalbe in a miserable case: for the corne shalbe destroyed, the swete wyne shal come to confucion, & the oyle vtterly desolate.
7And therfore ye whole worlde is now at rest and quyetnesse, & men synge for ioye.
4The earth shalbe heuye and decaye: The face of ye earth shal perish & fal awaye, the proude people of ye worlde shal come to naught,
13But they to fulfil their lust and wilfulnes, slaugter oxe, they kyll shepe, they eate costly meate, & drynke wyne: let vs eate and drinke, tomorow we shal die.
5ye that synge to the lute, and in playenge off instrumentes compare youre selues vnto Dauid:
29But ye shal synge, as the vse is in ye night of the holy solempnite. Ye shal reioyse from youre hert, as they that come with the pipe, when they go vp to the mount of the LORDE, vnto ye rock of Israel.
15Therfore I commende gladnesse, because a man hath no better thinge vnder the Sonne, then to eate and drynke, and to be mery: for that shal he haue of his laboure all the daies of his life, which God geueth him vnder the Sonne.+
36Wherfore my herte mourneth for Moab, like a crowde playenge an heuy songe: and for the mens sake off the bricke wall my herte mourneth also, euen as a pype, that pipeth a dolefull songe: for they shalbe very fewe, and destroyed.
16Shal not ye meates be taken awaye before oure eyes, the myrth also & ioye from the house of oure God?
2Therfore shall they nomore enioye the cornefloores and wyne presses, and their swete wyne shal fayle the.
11Whordome, wyne and dronckennesse take the herte awaye.
19yee I myself will reioyse with Ierusalem, & be glad with my people: And the voyce of wepinge and waylinge shall not be herde in her from thece forth.
4then shalt thou vse this mockage vpon ye kinge of Babilon, & saye: How happeneth it yt ye oppressour leaueth of? It ye golden tribute come to an ende?
5Shewe youre self ioyfull vnto the LORDE all ye londes, synge, reioyse and geue thankes.
6Prayse the LORDE vpon the harpe, synge to the harpe with a psalme of thankesgeuynge.
19Meate maketh men to laugh, and wyne maketh them mery: but vnto money are all thinges obedient.
7Go thou yi waye then, eate thy bred with ioye, & drynke yi wyne wt gladnesse, for thy workes please God.
6Geue stronge drynke vnto soch as are condempned to death, & wyne vnto those yt mourne:
11The poore are fayne to laboure in their oyle mylles, yee and to treade in their wyne presses, and yet to suffre thyrst.
7Thou reioysest myne herte, though their encreace be greate both in corne & wyne.
3Shalt thou multiplie the people, and not increase the ioye also? They shal reioyse before the euen as men make mery in haruest, and as men that haue gotten the victory, when they deale the spoyle.