There is a crying in the streets because of the wine; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.
There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.
There is crying in the streets for wine; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is banished and gone into captivity.
There is a cry for wine in the streets. All joy has reached its dusk; happiness is exiled from the earth.
There will be a clamor for wine in the streets. All rejoicing has been abandoned. The gladness of the earth has been carried away.