¹⁷ All hands shall be feeble, and all knees shall be weak as water.

⁷ They have cast fire into thy sanctuary, they have defiled by casting down the dwelling-place of thy name to the ground.

¹⁰ And gladness is taken away, and joy from the plentiful field; and in the vineyards there shall be no singing, neither shall there be shouting: the treaders shall tread out no wine in their presses; I have made their vintage-shouting to cease.