The town is waste and broken down: every house is shut up, so that no man may come in.
There is a crying in the streets because of the wine; there is an end of all delight, the joy of the land is gone.
In the town all is waste, and in the public place is destruction.
For it will be in the heart of the earth among the peoples, like the shaking of an olive-tree, as the last of the grapes after the getting-in is done.
But those will be making sounds of joy; they will be crying loudly from the sea for the glory of the Lord.
Give praise to the Lord in the east, to the name of the Lord, the God of Israel, in the sea-lands.
From the farthest part of the earth comes the sound of songs, glory to the upright. But I said, I am wasting away, wasting away, the curse is on me! The false ones go on in their false way, yes, they go on acting falsely.
Fear, and death, and the net, are come on you, O people of the earth.
And it will be that he who goes in flight from the sound of fear will be overtaken by death; and he who gets free from death will be taken in the net: for the windows on high are open, and the bases of the earth are shaking.
The earth is completely broken, it is parted in two, it is violently moved.
The earth will be moving uncertainly, like a man overcome by drink; it will be shaking like a tent; and the weight of its sin will be on it, crushing it down so that it will not get up again.