You are doomed! You get up early in the morning to start drinking, and you spend long evenings getting drunk.

At your feasts you have harps and tambourines and flutes---and wine. But you don't understand what the LORD is doing,

They talk about me in the streets, and drunkards make up songs about me.

Go ahead---eat your food and be happy; drink your wine and be cheerful. It's all right with God.

You like to compose songs, as David did, and play them on harps.

So you will be the first to go into exile. Your feasts and banquets will come to an end.

On that day the songs in the palace will become cries of mourning. There will be dead bodies everywhere. They will be cast out in silence."

I will turn your festivals into funerals and change your glad songs into cries of grief. I will make you shave your heads and wear sackcloth, and you will be like parents mourning for their only child. That day will be bitter to the end.

The LORD Almighty will protect his people, and they will destroy their enemies. They will shout in battle like drunk men and will shed the blood of their enemies; it will flow like the blood of a sacrifice poured on the altar from a bowl.

Do not get drunk with wine, which will only ruin you; instead, be filled with the Spirit.

Speak to one another with the words of psalms, hymns, and sacred songs; sing hymns and psalms to the Lord with praise in your hearts.