Isaiah 24:7
The wine faileth, the vine hath no might: all that were of merie heart, doe mourne.
The wine faileth, the vine hath no might: all that were of merie heart, doe mourne.
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8The mirth of tabrets ceaseth: the noyse of them that reioyce, endeth: the ioye of the harpe ceaseth.
9They shall not drinke wine with mirth: strong drinke shall be bitter to them that drinke it.
10The citie of vanitie is broken downe: euery house is shut vp, that no man may come in.
11There is a crying for wine in the streetes: al ioy is darkened: the mirth of the world is gone away.
12In the citie is left desolation, and the gate is smitten with destruction.
13Surely thus shall it bee in the middes of the earth, among the people, as the shaking of an oliue tree, and as the grapes when the vintage is ended.
8Mourne like a virgine girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9The meate offring, & the drinke offring is cut off from the House of the Lord: the Priests the Lords ministers mourne.
10The fielde is wasted: the lande mourneth: for the corne is destroyed: the new wine is dried vp, and the oyle is decayed.
11Be ye ashamed, O husband men: howle, O ye vine dressers for the wheate, and for the barly, because the haruest of the fielde is perished.
12The vine is dried vp, and the figge tree is decayed: the pomegranate tree & the palme tree, and the apple tree, euen all the trees of the fielde are withered: surely the ioy is withered away from the sonnes of men.
9Therefore will I weepe with the weeping of Iaazer, & of the vine of Sibmah, O Heshbon: and Elealeh, I will make thee drunke with my teares, because vpon thy sommer fruits, and vpon thy haruest a showting is fallen.
10And gladnes is taken away, and ioy out of the plentifull fielde: and in the vineyardes shall be no singing nor shouting for ioy: the treader shall not tread wine in the wine presses: I haue caused the reioycing to cease.
5Awake ye drunkards, and weepe, & howle all ye drinkers of wine, because of the newe wine: for it shalbe pulled from your mouth.
32O vine of Sibmah, I will weepe for thee, as I wept for Iazer: thy plants are gone ouer the sea, they are come to the sea of Iazer: ye destroyer is fallen vpon thy somer fruites, & vpon thy vintage,
33And ioye, and gladnesse is taken from the plentifull fielde, and from the land of Moab: and I haue caused wine to faile from the winepresse: none shall treade with shouting: their shouting shall be no shouting.
15The ioy of our heart is gone, our daunce is turned into mourning.
4The earth lamenteth and fadeth away: the world is feeble and decaied: the proude people of the earth are weakened.
11They that make oyle betweene their walles, and treade their wine presses, suffer thirst.
6Giue ye strong drinke vnto him that is readie to perish, and wine vnto them that haue griefe of heart.
11Whoredome, and wine, and newe wine take away their heart.
12Men shall lament for the teates, euen for the pleasant fieldes, and for the fruitefull vine.
17And in al the vines shalbe lamentation: for I wil passe through thee, saith the Lord.
2The floore, and the wine presse shall not feede them, and the newe wine shall faile in her.
12Therefore they shall come, and reioyce in the height of Zion, and shall runne to the bountifulnes of the Lord, euen for the wheat and for the wine, and for the oyle, and for the increase of sheepe, & bullocks: and their soule shalbe as a watered garden, and they shall haue no more sorow.
13Then shall ye virgine reioyce in the dance, and the yong men and the old men together: for I wil turne their mourning into ioy, and wil comfort them, and giue them ioy for their sorowes.
4The wayes of Zion lament, because no man commeth to the solemne feastes: all her gates are desolate: her Priests sigh: her virgins are discomfited, and she is in heauinesse.
9The earth mourneth & fainteth: Lebanon is ashamed, and hewen downe: Sharon is like a wildernes, and Bashan is shaken and Carmel.
17The seede is rotten vnder their cloddes: the garners are destroyed: the barnes are broken downe, for the corne is withered.
3Therefore shall the land mourne, and euery one that dwelleth therein, shall be cut off, with the beasts of the fielde, and with the foules of the heauen, and also the fishes of the sea shall be taken away.
2In that daye sing of the vineyarde of redde wine.
34Then I will cause to cease from the cities of Iudah and from the streetes of Ierusalem the voice of mirth & the voice of gladnesse, the voice of the bridegrom & the voice of the bride: for the lande shalbe desolate.
6Therefore hath the curse deuoured the earth, and the inhabitantes thereof are desolate. Wherefore the inhabitants of the land are burned vp, and fewe men are left.
30Euen to them that tarie long at the wine, to them that goe, and seeke mixt wine.
14Beholde, my seruants shal sing for ioye of heart, and ye shal crye for sorow of heart, and shal howle for vexation of minde.
31Therefore mine harpe is turned to mourning, and mine organs into the voyce of them that weepe.
21Therefore heare nowe this, thou miserable and drunken, but not with wine.
13Euen in laughing the heart is sorowful, and the ende of that mirth is heauinesse.
17For the figtree shall not flourish, neither shall fruite be in the vines: the labour of the oliue shall faile, and the fieldes shall yeelde no meate: the sheepe shalbe cut off from the folde, and there shalbe no bullocke in the stalles.
9Stay your selues, and wonder: they are blinde, and make you blinde: they are drunken but not with wine: they stagger, but not by strong drinke.
18He is swift vpon the waters: their portion shalbe cursed in the earth: he will not behold the way of the vineyardes.
1Wo is me, for I am as the sommer gatherings, and as the grapes of the vintage: there is no cluster to eate: my soule desired the first ripe fruites.
7Thou hast giuen mee more ioye of heart, then they haue had, when their wheate and their wine did abound.
11Wo vnto them, that rise vp early to followe drunkennes, and to them that continue vntill night, till the wine doe inflame them.
12And the harpe and viole, timbrel, and pipe, and wine are in their feastes: but they regard not the worke of the Lorde, neither consider the worke of his handes.
15And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oyle to make the face to shine, and bread that strengtheneth mans heart.
17For howe great is his goodnesse! and howe great is his beautie! corne shall make the yong men cherefull, and newe wine the maides.
37Also no man powreth newe wine into olde vessels: for then ye new wine wil breake the vessels, and it will runne out, and the vessels will perish:
13In that day shall the faire virgines and the yong men perish for thirst.
10She is emptie and voyde and waste, and the heart melteth, and the knees smite together, and sorowe is in all loynes, and the faces of the all gather blackenesse.