Isaiah 24:11
A cry over the wine `is' in out-places, Darkened hath been all joy, Removed hath been the joy of the land.
A cry over the wine `is' in out-places, Darkened hath been all joy, Removed hath been the joy of the land.
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12Left in the city `is' desolation, And `with' wasting is the gate smitten.
13When thus it is in the heart of the land, In the midst of the peoples, As the compassing of the olive, As gleanings when harvest hath been finished,
7Mourned hath the new wine, languished the vine, Sighed have all the joyful of heart.
8Ceased hath the joy of tabrets, Ceased hath the noise of exulting ones, Ceased hath the joy of a harp.
9With a song they drink not wine, Bitter is strong drink to those drinking it.
10It was broken down -- a city of emptiness, Shut hath been every house from entrance.
10And removed have been gladness and joy from the fruitful field, And in vineyards they sing not, nor shout, Wine in the presses treadeth not the treader, Shouting I have caused to cease.
5Awake, ye drunkards, and weep, And howl all drinking wine, because of the juice, For it hath been cut off from your mouth.
33And removed hath been joy and gladness From the fruitful field, Even from the land of Moab, And wine from wine-presses I have caused to cease, Shouting doth not proceed, The shouting `is' no shouting!
9Cut off hath been present and libation from the house of Jehovah, Mourned have the priests, ministrants of Jehovah.
10Spoiled is the field, mourned hath the ground, For spoiled is the corn, Dried up hath been new wine, languish doth oil.
11Be ashamed, ye husbandmen, Howl, vine-dressers, for wheat and for barley, For perished hath the harvest of the field.
12The vine hath been dried up, And the fig-tree doth languish, Pomegranate, also palm, and apple-tree, All trees of the field have withered, For dried up hath been joy from the sons of men.
11Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have trodden, and thirst.
12Because of enmity men do groan, And the soul of pierced ones doth cry, And God doth not give praise.
15Ceased hath the joy of our heart, Turned to mourning hath been our dancing.
2Mourned hath Judah, and her gates have languished, They have mourned to the earth, And the cry of Jerusalem hath gone up.
16Therefore, thus said Jehovah, God of Hosts, the Lord, In all broad places `is' lamentation, And in all out-places they say, `Alas, alas,' And called the husbandman to mourning, And to lamentation the skilful of wailing.
17And in all vineyards `is' lamentation, For I pass into thy midst, said Jehovah.
21Therefore, hear, I pray thee, this, O afflicted and drunken one, and not with wine,
11Whoredom, and wine, and new wine, take the heart,
12For breasts they are lamenting, For fields of desire, for the fruitful vine.
13Over the ground of my people thorn -- brier goeth up, Surely over all houses of joy of the exulting city,
4Mourned, faded hath the land, Languished, faded hath the world, Languished have they -- the high place of the people of the land.
34And I have caused to cease from cities of Judah, And from streets of Jerusalem, The voice of joy, and the voice of gladness, Voice of bridegroom, and voice of bride, For the land doth become a desolation!
9Tarry and wonder, look ye, yea, look, Be drunk, and not with wine, Stagger, and not with strong drink.
10She is empty, yea, emptiness and waste, And the heart hath melted, And the knees have smitten together, And great pain `is' in all loins, And the faces of all of them have gathered paleness.
22Thy silver hath become dross, Thy drink polluted with water.
10By day and by night they go round it, on its walls. Both iniquity and perverseness `are' in its midst,
11Mischiefs `are' in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street.
16Is not before our eyes food cut off? From the house of our God joy and rejoicing?
17Rotted have scattered things under their clods, Desolated have been storehouses, Broken down have been granaries, For withered hath the corn.
6Give strong drink to the perishing, And wine to the bitter in soul,
10And I have destroyed from them the voice of rejoicing, and the voice of joy, voice of bridegroom and voice of bride, noise of millstones, and the light of lamps.
11Wo `to' those rising early in the morning, Strong drink they pursue! Tarrying in twilight, wine inflameth them!
4The ways of Zion are mourning, Without any coming at the appointed time, All her gates are desolate, her priests sigh, Her virgins are afflicted -- and she hath bitterness.
1Wine `is' a scorner -- strong drink `is' noisy, And any going astray in it is not wise.
8For gone round hath the cry the border of Moab, Unto Eglaim `is' its howling, And to Beer-Elim `is' its howling.
26And lamented and mourned have her openings, Yea, she hath been emptied, on the earth she sitteth!
11Howl, ye inhabitants of the hollow place, For cut off hath been all the merchant people, Cut off have been all bearing silver.
20Stagger greatly doth the land as a drunkard, And it hath been moved as a lodge, And heavy on it hath been its transgression, And it hath fallen, and addeth not to rise.
25They feel darkness, and not light, He causeth them to wander as a drunkard.
13And lo, joy and gladness, slaying of oxen, And slaughtering of sheep, Eating of flesh, and drinking of wine, Eat and drink, for to-morrow we die.
7A golden cup `is' Babylon in the hand of Jehovah, Making drunk all the earth, Of its wine drunk have nations, Therefore boast themselves do nations.
11He hath made it become a desolation, The desolation hath mourned unto Me, Desolated hath been all the land, But there is no one laying it to heart.
19For -- a voice of wailing is heard from Zion: How have we been spoiled! We have been greatly ashamed, Because we have forsaken the land, Because they have cast down our tabernacles.
12`Come ye, I take wine, And we drink, quaff strong drink, And as this day hath been to-morrow, Great -- exceeding abundant!'
2Floor and wine-press do not delight them, And new wine doth fail in her,
3In its out-places they girded on sackcloth, On its pinnacles, and in its broad places, Every one howleth -- going down with weeping.
19and they did cast dust upon their heads, and were crying out, weeping and sorrowing, saying, Wo, wo, the great city! in which were made rich all having ships in the sea, out of her costliness -- for in one hour was she made waste.