³¹ And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.

¹⁵ Ceased hath the joy of our heart, Turned to mourning hath been our dancing.

¹ By rivers of Babylon -- There we did sit, Yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.

² On willows in its midst we hung our harps.

³ For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers -- joy: `Sing ye to us of a song of Zion.'

⁴ How do we sing the song of Jehovah, On the land of a stranger?

⁴ A time to weep, And a time to laugh. A time to mourn, And a time to skip.

⁴ Wandered hath my heart, trembling hath terrified me, The twilight of my desire He hath made a fear to me,

¹² And call doth the Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, In that day, to weeping and to lamentation, And to baldness and to girding on of sackcloth,

⁷ Mourned hath the new wine, languished the vine, Sighed have all the joyful of heart.

⁸ Ceased hath the joy of tabrets, Ceased hath the noise of exulting ones, Ceased hath the joy of a harp.

⁹ With a song they drink not wine, Bitter is strong drink to those drinking it.

¹⁸ Then hath the king gone to his palace, and he hath passed the night fasting, and dahavan have not been brought up before him, and his sleep hath fled `from' off him.