The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merry-hearted do sigh.

The new wine dries up, the vine withers. All the merrymakers now groan.

Mourned hath the new wine, languished the vine, Sighed have all the joyful of heart.

The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all that were merry-hearted do sigh;