7 nThe wine mourns,
the vine languishes,
all the merry-hearted sigh.
14 may our cattle be heavy with young,
suffering no mishap or failure in bearing;1
may there be no gcry of distress in our streets!
5 Awake, you drunkards, and weep,
and iwail, all you drinkers of wine,
because of jthe sweet wine,
for it is cut off from your mouth.