11 There is a cry for wine in the streets,
All joy is darkened,
The mirth of the land is gone.
12 In the city desolation is left,
And the gate is stricken with destruction.
13 When it shall be thus in the midst of the land among the people,
(A)It shall be like the shaking of an olive tree,
Like the gleaning of grapes when the vintage is done.

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