The confused city is broken down.
Every house is shut up, that no man may come in.
There is a crying in the streets because of the wine.
All joy is darkened.
The mirth of the land is gone.
The city is left in desolation, and the gate is struck with destruction.
For it will be so within the earth among the peoples, as the shaking of an olive tree, as the gleanings when the vintage is done.
These shall lift up their voice.
They will shout for the majesty of the LORD.
They cry aloud from the sea.