11. There is crying in the streets for wine; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is banished and gone into captivity.
12. In the city is left desolation, and its gate is battered and destroyed.
13. For so shall it be in the midst of the earth among the peoples, as the shaking and beating of an olive tree, or as the gleaning when the vintage is done [and only a small amount of the fruit remains].
14. [But] these [who have escaped and remain] lift up their voices, they shout; for the majesty of the Lord they cry aloud from the [Mediterranean] Sea.