所以我的琴音变为哀音，我的箫声变为哭声。”

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。”

我的琴唱出哀乐，我的箫奏出悲鸣。

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.

我们心里不再欢乐；我们的舞蹈变为哀哭。

我的心迷糊，惊恐威吓着我；我所爱慕的黄昏，竟使我战兢。

哭有时，笑有时；哀恸有时，踊跃有时；

到那日，主万军之耶和华叫人哭泣哀号，剃光头发，穿上麻布。

我们曾坐在巴比伦的河畔，在那里我们一想起锡安就哭了。我们把我们的琴挂在那里的柳树上。因为在那里，掳掠我们的人要我们唱歌，苦待我们的人要我们娱乐他们；他们说：“为我们唱一首锡安歌吧！”我们怎能在异族之地唱耶和华的歌呢？

王回到宫里，整夜没有吃东西，也不要任何娱乐解闷，并且睡不着觉。

新酒悲哀，葡萄树衰残，心中欢乐的，变为叹息。击鼓的喜乐止息，宴乐者的喧哗停止，弹琴的喜乐也止息了。他们不得再饮酒唱歌；喝浓酒的，必觉苦味。