我的琴音變為哀泣；我的簫聲變為哭聲。」

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.

我們心中的快樂止息，跳舞轉為悲哀。

我心慌亂，驚恐威嚇我。我所渴望的黃昏，反成為我的恐懼。

哭有時，笑有時；哀慟有時，跳舞有時；

當那日，萬軍之主耶和華使人哭泣哀號，頭上光禿，身披麻布。

我們在巴比倫河邊，坐在那裏，追想錫安，就哭了。在一排柳樹中，我們掛上我們的豎琴。擄掠我們的在那裏要我們唱歌；搶奪我們的要我們為他們作樂：「給我們唱一首錫安的歌吧！」我們怎能在外邦之土唱耶和華的歌呢？

王回到宮裏，終夜禁食，不讓人帶樂器到他面前，他也失眠了。

新酒悲哀，葡萄樹凋殘，心中歡樂的都嘆息。擊鼓之樂停止，狂歡者的喧嘩止住，彈琴之樂也停止了。人不再飲酒唱歌，喝烈酒的，必以為苦。