On the willows there we hung up our lyres.
And I will stop the music of your songs, and the sound of your lyres shall be heard no more.
The mirth of the tambourines is stilled, the noise of the jubilant has ceased, the mirth of the lyre is stilled.
and the sound of harpists and musicians, of flute players and trumpeters, will be heard in you no more, and a craftsman of any craft will be found in you no more, and the sound of the mill will be heard in you no more,
I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation; I will bring sackcloth on every waist and baldness on every head; I will make it like the mourning for an only son and the end of it like a bitter day.
Raise a song; sound the tambourine, the sweet lyre with the harp.
Give thanks to the Lord with the lyre; make melody to him with the harp of ten strings!
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