We put away our harps, hanging them on the branches of poplar trees.

我们把琴挂在那里的柳树上；

在一排柳树中，我们挂上我们的竖琴。

在一排柳树中，我们挂上我们的竖琴。

我们把琴挂在柳树上。

我们把我们的琴挂在那里的柳树上。

在那里的柳树林中，我们挂起我们的竖琴；

我們把琴掛在那裏的柳樹上；

在一排柳樹中，我們掛上我們的豎琴。

在一排柳樹中，我們掛上我們的豎琴。

我們把琴掛在柳樹上。

我們把我們的琴掛在那裡的柳樹上。

在河溝之間楊柳樹旁、我們把我們的琴掛上了。

在那裡的柳樹林中，我們掛起我們的豎琴；

其間有柳、懸琴其上兮、

爰有楊柳、植於其間、懸琴於上兮、

我儕將琴瑟懸在彼之柳樹上、

白楊枝上挂靈瑟。遙寄鄉思到帝村。

There on the poplars we hung our harps,

On the nearby poplar trees we hung up our harps.

On the willows there we hung up our lyres.

There we hung up our lyres on the poplar trees,

Upon the willows in the midst of it We hung our harps.

We hung our harps Upon the willows in the midst of it.

Upon the willows in the midst thereof We hanged up our harps.

There we hung up our lyres on the poplar trees,

We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

On the poplars in her midst we hang our harps,

On the willows in that land, we hung up our harps.

I will stop the music of your songs. No more will the sound of harps be heard among your people.

The cheerful sound of tambourines is stilled; the happy cries of celebration are heard no more. The melodious chords of the harp are silent.

Sing! Beat the tambourine. Play the sweet lyre and the harp.

Praise the Lord with melodies on the lyre; make music for him on the ten stringed harp.

The sound of harps, singers, flutes, and trumpets will never be heard in you again. No craftsmen and no trades will ever be found in you again. The sound of the mill will never be heard in you again.

I will turn your celebrations into times of mourning and your singing into weeping. You will wear funeral clothes and shave your heads to show your sorrow— as if your only son had died. How very bitter that day will be!