⁷ The new wine dries up^(A) and the vine withers;^(B)
    all the merrymakers groan.^(C)

¹⁴     our oxen^(A) will draw heavy loads.^[a]
There will be no breaching of walls,^(B)
    no going into captivity,
    no cry of distress in our streets.^(C)

⁵ Wake up, you drunkards, and weep!
    Wail, all you drinkers of wine;^(A)
wail because of the new wine,
    for it has been snatched^(B) from your lips.