The vines and fresh wine will dry up completely. Those who used to have a good time will groan.

新酒悲哀，葡萄树衰残；心中欢乐的俱都叹息。

新酒悲哀，葡萄树凋残，心中欢乐的都叹息。

新酒悲哀，葡萄树凋残，心中欢乐的都叹息。

葡萄树枯萎，新酒停产，欢乐的人都发出悲叹。

新酒悲哀，葡萄树衰残，心中欢乐的，变为叹息。

新酒枯竭，葡萄树衰残，心里欢乐的都叹息。

新酒悲哀，葡萄樹衰殘；心中歡樂的俱都歎息。

新酒悲哀，葡萄樹凋殘，心中歡樂的都嘆息。

新酒悲哀，葡萄樹凋殘，心中歡樂的都嘆息。

葡萄樹枯萎，新酒停產，歡樂的人都發出悲歎。

新酒悲哀，葡萄樹衰殘，心中歡樂的，變為歎息。

新酒悲哀，葡萄樹衰殘，心中歡樂的盡都歎息。

新酒枯竭，葡萄樹衰殘，心裡歡樂的都嘆息。

新釀悲哀、葡萄衰殘、心懽愉者、無不慨歎、

葡萄之樹、枝葉全枯、新釀之酒、臭味俱變、昔之懽愉者、今則慨嘆、

葡萄焦枯、如有憂戚、葡萄樹盡衰殘、原文作新酒悲哀葡萄樹疲憊平昔心樂者、無不歎息、

The new wine dries up and the vine withers; all the merrymakers groan.

The wine mourns, the vine languishes, all the merry-hearted sigh.

The grapevines waste away, and there is no new wine. All the merrymakers sigh and mourn.

The new wine mourns; the vine withers. All the carousers now groan.

The new wine mourns, The vine decays, All the joyful hearted sigh.

The new wine fails, the vine languishes, All the merry-hearted sigh.

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

The new wine mourns; the vine withers. All the carousers now groan.

The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merryhearted do sigh.

The new wine dries up, the vines shrivel up, all those who like to celebrate groan.

The new wine mourns. The vine languishes. All the merry- hearted sigh.

Joy and gladness are taken away from the orchards. No one sings or shouts in the vineyards. No one stomps on grapes at the winepresses. That’s because the Lord has put an end to the shouting.

Our fields are wiped out. The ground is dried up. The grain is destroyed. The fresh wine is gone. And there isn’t any more olive oil.Farmers, be sad. Cry, you who grow vines. Mourn because the wheat and barley are gone. The crops in the fields are destroyed.The vines and fig trees are dried up. The pomegranate, palm and apple trees don’t have any fruit on them. In fact, all the trees in the fields are dried up. And my people’s joy has faded away.

The fields of Heshbon dry up. So do the vines of Sibmah. The rulers of the nations have walked all over its finest vines. Those vines once reached as far as Jazer. They spread out toward the desert. Their new growth went all the way to the Dead Sea.

Israel, don’t be joyful. Don’t be glad as the other nations are. You haven’t been faithful to your God. You love to get paid for being a prostitute. Your pay is the grain at every threshing floor.But soon there won’t be any grain or wine to feed you. There won’t even be any fresh wine.

You women who are so contented, pay attention to me. You who feel so secure, listen to what I have to say.You feel secure now. But in a little over a year you will tremble with fear. The grape harvest will fail. There won’t be any fruit.So tremble, you contented women. Tremble with fear, you who feel so secure. Take off your fine clothes. Wrap yourselves in rags.Beat your chests to show how sad you are. The pleasant fields have been destroyed. The fruitful vines have dried up.My people’s land is overgrown with thorns and bushes. Mourn for all the houses that were once filled with joy. Cry over this city that used to be full of wild parties.