³¹ Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of those who 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. Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

² On the willows in the midst of it, We hung up our harps.

³ For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs. Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy: "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"

⁴ How can we sing Yahweh'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 flutters, horror has frightened me; the twilight that I desired has been turned into trembling to me.

¹² In that day did the Lord, Yahweh of Hosts, call to weeping, and to mourning, and to baldness, and to girding with sackcloth:

⁷ The new wine mourns, the vine languishes, all the merry-hearted do sigh.

⁸ The mirth of tambourines ceases, the noise of those who rejoice ends, the joy of the harp ceases.

⁹ They shall not drink wine with a song; strong drink shall be bitter to those who 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.