Mobs gather in the streets, crying out for wine. Joy has turned to gloom. Gladness has been banished from the land.

在街上因酒有悲叹的声音；一切喜乐变为昏暗；地上的欢乐归于无有。

有人在街上嚷着要酒喝，一切的喜乐变为昏暗，地上的欢乐全都消失。

有人在街上嚷着要酒喝，一切的喜乐变为昏暗，地上的欢乐全都消失。

人们因无酒而在街上喊叫；一切欢乐变作哀愁，地上喜乐不复存在。

有人在街上因无酒呼喊；一切喜乐都已过去，地上的喜乐都消逝了。

街上有为酒哭喊的声音；一切欢乐都已黯淡，地上的喜乐都已离去。

在街上因酒有悲歎的聲音；一切喜樂變為昏暗；地上的歡樂歸於無有。

有人在街上嚷着要酒喝，一切的喜樂變為昏暗，地上的歡樂全都消失。

有人在街上嚷着要酒喝，一切的喜樂變為昏暗，地上的歡樂全都消失。

人們因無酒而在街上喊叫；一切歡樂變作哀愁，地上喜樂不復存在。

有人在街上因無酒呼喊；一切喜樂都已過去，地上的喜樂都消逝了。

街上因無酒而有呼喊之聲；一切喜樂都已過去；地上的娛樂盡被擄掠。

街上有為酒哭喊的聲音；一切歡樂都已黯淡，地上的喜樂都已離去。

人因乏酒、號呼於衢、喜樂俱晦、境內之歡娛已杳、

歡樂變為憂戚、通衢之民號呼、欲飲酒以消愁、

人因乏酒、在通衢哀號、一切歡樂、盡歸無有、國中喜樂無存、

In the streets they cry out for wine; all joy turns to gloom, all joyful sounds are banished from the earth.

In the streets people will cry out for wine. All joy will turn into sadness. All joyful sounds will be driven out of the earth.

There is an outcry in the streets for lack of wine; all joy has grown dark; the gladness of the earth is banished.

In the streets they cry for wine. All joy grows dark; earth’s rejoicing goes into exile.

There is an outcry in the streets concerning the wine; All joy turns to gloom. The joy of the earth is banished.

There is a cry for wine in the streets, All joy is darkened, The mirth of the land is gone.

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 for wine. All joy grows dark; earth’s rejoicing goes into exile.

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

They howl in the streets because of what happened to the wine; all joy turns to sorrow; celebrations disappear from the earth.

There is a crying in the streets because of the wine. All joy is darkened. The mirth of the land is gone.

“ But when the king came in to meet the guests, he noticed a man who wasn’t wearing the proper clothes for a wedding.‘ Friend,’ he asked,‘ how is it that you are here without wedding clothes?’ But the man had no reply.Then the king said to his aides,‘ Bind his hands and feet and throw him into the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’

The day of the Lord is near, the day when destruction comes from the Almighty. How terrible that day will be!

Alcohol is for the dying, and wine for those in bitter distress.

They do not cry out to me with sincere hearts. Instead, they sit on their couches and wail. They cut themselves, begging foreign gods for grain and new wine, and they turn away from me.

The grapevines waste away, and there is no new wine. All the merrymakers sigh and mourn.The cheerful sound of tambourines is stilled; the happy cries of celebration are heard no more. The melodious chords of the harp are silent.Gone are the joys of wine and song; alcoholic drink turns bitter in the mouth.

Gone now is the gladness, gone the joy of harvest. There will be no singing in the vineyards, no more happy shouts, no treading of grapes in the winepresses. I have ended all their harvest joys.

The elders no longer sit in the city gates; the young men no longer dance and sing.Joy has left our hearts; our dancing has turned to mourning.

“ But Abraham said to him,‘ Son, remember that during your lifetime you had everything you wanted, and Lazarus had nothing. So now he is here being comforted, and you are in anguish.

The land will be blackened by the fury of the Lord of Heaven’s Armies. The people will be fuel for the fire, and no one will spare even his own brother.

Therefore, this is what the Lord, the Lord God of Heaven’s Armies, says:“ There will be crying in all the public squares and mourning in every street. Call for the farmers to weep with you, and summon professional mourners to wail.There will be wailing in every vineyard, for I will destroy them all,” says the Lord.What sorrow awaits you who say,“ If only the day of the Lord were here!” You have no idea what you are wishing for. That day will bring darkness, not light.In that day you will be like a man who runs from a lion— only to meet a bear. Escaping from the bear, he leans his hand against a wall in his house— and he’s bitten by a snake.Yes, the day of the Lord will be dark and hopeless, without a ray of joy or hope.

For your land will be overgrown with thorns and briers. Your joyful homes and happy towns will be gone.

and down at the earth, but wherever they look, there will be trouble and anguish and dark despair. They will be thrown out into the darkness.

Joy and gladness are gone from fruitful Moab. The presses yield no wine. No one treads the grapes with shouts of joy. There is shouting, yes, but not of joy.