The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merry-hearted do sigh.

The new wine is thin, the vine is feeble, and all the glad-hearted make sounds of grief.

Ο νεος οινος πενθει, η αμπελος ειναι εν ατονια, παντες οι ευφραινομενοι την καρδιαν στεναζουσιν.

The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merryhearted do sigh.