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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11 In the streets they cry out(A) for wine;(B)
    all joy turns to gloom,(C)
    all joyful sounds are banished from the earth.
12 The city is left in ruins,(D)
    its gate(E) is battered to pieces.
13 So will it be on the earth
    and among the nations,
as when an olive tree is beaten,(F)
    or as when gleanings are left after the grape harvest.(G)

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