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11 Mobs gather in the streets, crying out for wine.
    Joy has turned to gloom.
    Gladness has been banished from the land.
12 The city is left in ruins,
    its gates battered down.
13 Throughout the earth the story is the same—
    only a remnant is left,
like the stray olives left on the tree
    or the few grapes left on the vine after harvest.

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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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