我的琴音变为哀泣；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.

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.

我们心中的快乐止息，跳舞转为悲哀。

我心慌乱，惊恐威吓我。我所渴望的黄昏，反成为我的恐惧。

哭有时，笑有时；哀恸有时，跳舞有时；

当那日，万军之主耶和华使人哭泣哀号，头上光秃，身披麻布。

我们在巴比伦河边，坐在那里，追想锡安，就哭了。在一排柳树中，我们挂上我们的竖琴。掳掠我们的在那里要我们唱歌；抢夺我们的要我们为他们作乐：“给我们唱一首锡安的歌吧！”我们怎能在外邦之土唱耶和华的歌呢？

王回到宫里，终夜禁食，不让人带乐器到他面前，他也失眠了。

新酒悲哀，葡萄树凋残，心中欢乐的都叹息。击鼓之乐停止，狂欢者的喧哗止住，弹琴之乐也停止了。人不再饮酒唱歌，喝烈酒的，必以为苦。