Translations
There is crying in the streets for wine; all joy has turned to mourning; every last trace of the earth's celebration is banished.
There is wailing in the streets over wine; all joy has darkened; the gladness of the earth has gone into exile.
There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.
In the streets they cry out for wine. All joy turns to gloom; rejoicing is exiled from the land.

