7 The new wine faileth, the vine fadeth; All the merry-hearted do sigh.

8 The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, The noise of them that rejoice endeth, The joy of the harp ceaseth.

9 They drink not wine with a song; Strong drink is bitter to them that drink it.

10 Broken down is the city of wasteness; Every house is shut up, that none may come in.

11 There is a crying in the streets amidst the wine; All joy is darkened, The mirth of the land is gone.

Isaiah 24:7-11, JPS Tanakh 1917. Public domain.
Isaiah 23
Top of Page
Top of Page










Copied