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11 There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone;

12 desolation remaineth in the city, and the gate is smitten,—a ruin.

13 For so will it be in the midst of the land among the peoples, as the shaking of an olive-tree, as the grape-gleanings 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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