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

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 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.

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

My mind reels and my heart races. I longed for evening to come, but now I am terrified of the dark.

A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance.

At that time the Lord, the Lord of Heaven’s Armies, called you to weep and mourn. He told you to shave your heads in sorrow for your sins and to wear clothes of burlap to show your remorse.

Beside the rivers of Babylon, we sat and wept as we thought of Jerusalem.We put away our harps, hanging them on the branches of poplar trees.For our captors demanded a song from us. Our tormentors insisted on a joyful hymn:“ Sing us one of those songs of Jerusalem!”But how can we sing the songs of the Lord while in a pagan land?

Then the king returned to his palace and spent the night fasting. He refused his usual entertainment and couldn’t sleep at all that night.

The grapevines waste away, and there is no new wine. All the merrymakers sigh and mourn.The cheerful sound of tambourines is stilled; the happy cries of celebration are heard no more. The melodious chords of the harp are silent.Gone are the joys of wine and song; alcoholic drink turns bitter in the mouth.