我的琴唱出哀乐，我的箫奏出悲鸣。

所以，我的琴音变为悲音；我的箫声变为哭声。”

我的琴音变为哀泣；我的箫声变为哭声。”

我的琴音变为哀泣；我的箫声变为哭声。”

所以我的琴音变为哀音，我的箫声变为哭声。”

所以，我的琴音變為悲音；我的簫聲變為哭聲。

我的琴音變為哀泣；我的簫聲變為哭聲。」

我的琴音變為哀泣；我的簫聲變為哭聲。」

我的琴唱出哀樂，我的簫奏出悲鳴。

所以我的琴音變為哀音，我的簫聲變為哭聲。”

故此我的琴音變為悲哀，我的簫聲變為哀哭之人的聲音。

我琴成悲聲、我簫發哀響、

我鼓琴以寄哀、我吹簫而泣訴。

我琴發悲聲、我簫發哀音、或作我琴音變為悲音我簫聲變為哭聲

My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.

My lyre is tuned to sadness. My flute makes a sound like weeping.

My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.

My harp plays sad music, and my flute accompanies those who weep.

My lyre is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.

Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.

My harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the voice of those who weep.

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

My lyre is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.

My harp also is[ turned] to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

My harp is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.

Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.

我们心中的快乐消失，我们的舞蹈变成了哀哭。

我心慌意乱，惊惧不堪，我期盼的黄昏却令我恐惧。

哭泣有时，欢笑有时；哀伤有时，雀跃有时；

那日，万军之耶和华呼召你们哭泣哀号，剃光头发，身披麻衣。

我们坐在巴比伦河畔，想起锡安禁不住凄然泪下。我们把琴挂在柳树上。俘虏我们的人要我们唱歌，掳掠我们的人要我们歌唱，说：“给我们唱一首锡安的歌。”我们流落异邦，怎能唱颂赞耶和华的歌呢？

王回宫后，整夜禁食，拒绝娱乐，无法入睡。

葡萄树枯萎，新酒停产，欢乐的人都发出悲叹。欢快的鼓声止息，悦耳的琴音消失，宴乐的喧闹不复听闻。再没有人对酒高歌，浓酒变得苦涩。