³¹ Therefore is my harp `turned' to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.

¹⁵ The joy of our heart is ceased; Our dance is turned into mourning.

¹ By the rivers of Babylon, There we sat down, yea, we wept, When we remembered Zion.

² Upon the willows in the midst thereof We hanged up our harps.

³ For there they that led us captive required of us songs, And they that wasted us `required of us' mirth, `saying', Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

⁴ How shall we sing Jehovah's song In a foreign land?

⁴ a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

⁴ My heart fluttereth, horror hath affrighted me; the twilight that I desired hath been turned into trembling unto me.

¹² And in that day did the Lord, Jehovah of hosts, call to weeping, and to mourning, and to baldness, and to girding with sackcloth:

⁷ The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merry-hearted do sigh.

⁸ The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth.

⁹ They shall not drink wine with a song; strong drink shall be bitter to them that drink it.

¹⁸ Then the king went to his palace, and passed the night fasting; neither were instruments of music brought before him: and his sleep fled from him.