“The wine dries up.
The vine languishes.
All the merry hearted sigh.
The mirth of the timbrels is stilled.
The noise of the jubilant has ceased.
The mirth of the lyre is stilled.
No longer do they drink wine
Strong drink is bitter
To those who drink it.
The city of chaos is broken down.
Every house is shut up
So that none can enter.
There is an outcry in the streets
For lack of wine.
All joy has reached its eventide.
The gladness of the earth is banished.
Desolation is left in the city.
The gates are battered into ruins.
Thus it shall be on the earth.
Thus it shall be among the nations.
It will be
Like a beaten olive tree,
Like the gleaning
When the grape harvest is ended.”
Isaiah points out that without wine, there is no joy, just sighing. The vines and the wine have languished and dried up. The sound of the jubilant musical instruments of the timbrels and lyre was no more. There were no more drinking and singing. Strong drink had become bitter, like raw alcohol. The city of chaos broke down. It is difficult to figure out whether this was a specific city or the symbolic end of the world chaos. All the houses were closed, so that no one could come in or go out. People complained about the lack of wine with no joy in this city, since gladness had been banished. It was now a desolate chaotic city with broken down gates. This felt like the time after the olive trees and vines had been harvested with nothing left to do, even though there was no harvest. The vines and trees were empty and barren.