There is a crying in the streets because of the wine; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.

In the streets they cry out for wine. All joy turns to gloom; rejoicing is exiled from the land.

A cry over the wine is in out-places, Darkened hath been all joy, Removed hath been the joy of the land.

There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone;