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

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.

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.

Joy has left our hearts; our dancing has turned to mourning.

My heart staggers; horror terrifies me. He has turned my last glimmer of hope into sheer terror.

a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance;

On that day the Lord GOD of Armies called for weeping, for wailing, for shaven heads, and for the wearing of sackcloth.

By the rivers of Babylon— there we sat down and wept when we remembered Zion.There we hung up our lyres on the poplar trees,for our captors there asked us for songs, and our tormentors, for rejoicing:“ Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”How can we sing the LORD’s song on foreign soil?

Then the king went to his palace and spent the night fasting. No diversions were brought to him, and he could not sleep.

The new wine mourns; the vine withers. All the carousers now groan.The joyful tambourines have ceased. The noise of the jubilant has stopped. The joyful lyre has ceased.They no longer sing and drink wine; beer is bitter to those who drink it.