Isaiah 24:7
Mourned hath the new wine, languished the vine, Sighed have all the joyful of heart.
Mourned hath the new wine, languished the vine, Sighed have all the joyful of heart.
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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.
11A cry over the wine `is' in out-places, Darkened hath been all joy, Removed hath been the joy of the land.
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,
8Wail, as a virgin girdeth with sackcloth, For the husband of her youth.
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.
9Therefore I weep with the weeping of Jazer, The vine of Sibmah, I water thee `with' my tear, O Heshbon and Elealeh, For -- for thy summer fruits, and for thy harvest, The shouting hath fallen.
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.
32With the weeping of Jazer, I weep for thee, O vine of Sibmah, Thy branches have passed over a sea, Unto the sea of Jazer they have come, On thy summer fruits, and on thy harvest, A spoiler hath fallen.
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!
15Ceased hath the joy of our heart, Turned to mourning hath been our dancing.
4Mourned, faded hath the land, Languished, faded hath the world, Languished have they -- the high place of the people of the land.
11Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have trodden, and thirst.
6Give strong drink to the perishing, And wine to the bitter in soul,
11Whoredom, and wine, and new wine, take the heart,
12For breasts they are lamenting, For fields of desire, for the fruitful vine.
17And in all vineyards `is' lamentation, For I pass into thy midst, said Jehovah.
2Floor and wine-press do not delight them, And new wine doth fail in her,
12And they have come in, And have sung in the high place of Zion, And flowed unto the goodness of Jehovah, For wheat, and for new wine, and for oil, And for the young of the flock and herd, And their soul hath been as a watered garden, And they add not to grieve any more.
13Then rejoice doth a virgin in a chorus, Both young men and old men -- together, And I have turned their mourning to joy, And have comforted them, And gladdened them above their sorrow,
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.
9Mourned, languished hath the land, Confounded hath been Lebanon, Withered hath been Sharon as a wilderness, And shaking are Bashan and Carmel.
17Rotted have scattered things under their clods, Desolated have been storehouses, Broken down have been granaries, For withered hath the corn.
3Therefore mourn doth the land, And weak is every dweller in it, With the beast of the field, And with the fowl of the heavens, And the fishes of the sea -- they are removed.
2In that day, `A desirable vineyard,' respond ye to her,
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!
6Therefore a curse hath consumed the land, And the inhabitants in it are become desolate, Therefore consumed have been inhabitants of the land, And few men have been left.
30Those tarrying by the wine, Those going in to search out mixed wine.
14Lo, My servants sing from joy of heart, And ye cry from pain of heart, And from breaking of spirit ye do howl.
31And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
21Therefore, hear, I pray thee, this, O afflicted and drunken one, and not with wine,
13Even in laughter is the heart pained, And the latter end of joy `is' affliction.
17Though the fig-tree doth not flourish, And there is no produce among vines, Failed hath the work of the olive, And fields have not yielded food, Cut off from the fold hath been the flock, And there is no herd in the stalls.
9Tarry and wonder, look ye, yea, look, Be drunk, and not with wine, Stagger, and not with strong drink.
18Light he `is' on the face of the waters, Vilified is their portion in the earth, He turneth not the way of vineyards.
1My wo `is' to me, for I have been As gatherings of summer-fruit, As gleanings of harvest, There is no cluster to eat, The first-ripe fruit desired hath my soul.
7Thou hast given joy in my heart, From the time their corn and their wine Have been multiplied.
11Wo `to' those rising early in the morning, Strong drink they pursue! Tarrying in twilight, wine inflameth them!
12And harp, and psaltery, tabret, and pipe, And wine, have been their banquets, And the work of Jehovah they behold not, Yea, the work of His hands they have not seen.
15And wine -- it rejoiceth the heart of man, To cause the face to shine from oil, And bread -- the heart of man it supporteth.
17For what His goodness! and what His beauty! Corn the young men, And new wine the virgins -- make fruitful!
37`And no one doth put new wine into old skins, and if otherwise, the new wine will burst the skins, and itself will be poured out, and the skins will be destroyed;
13In that day faint do the fair virgins, And the young men, with thirst.
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.