故此我的琴音變為悲哀，我的簫聲變為哀哭之人的聲音。

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。”

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.

我們心裏快樂都止息了，我們的舞蹈變為悲哀。

我的心迷迷糊糊，戰慄發抖使我驚惶；我所愛慕的黃昏竟使我恐怖戰兢。

哭有時，笑有時；舉哀有時，踴躍有時；

當那日子、主萬軍之永恆主叫人哀哭號咷，頭上光禿，腰束麻布；

我們曾在巴比倫河溝邊，在那裏、我們一追想到錫安，就坐在地上哭了。在河溝之間楊柳樹旁、我們把我們的琴掛上了。因為在那裏、擄掠我們的要我們唸歌詞；折磨我們的要我們嬉樂歡笑：他們說：『喂，給我們唱首錫安歌吧！』唉，我們怎能在外人之地唱永恆主的歌呢？

王回了宮，不喫而過夜；任何娛樂都沒有讓人帶到他面前；連睡眠都跑掉了。

新酒悲哀，葡萄樹衰殘，心中歡樂的盡都歎息。擊鼓之樂止息，歡躍之喧鬧停止，彈琴之樂止息。他們不得再又唱歌又喝酒了；喝濃酒的必覺得苦了。