I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
Job 30:31 - Revised Standard Version (RSV-CI) My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep. Flere versionerKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 My harp also is turned to mourning, And my organ into the voice of them that weep. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Therefore my lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep. American Standard Version (1901) Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep. Common English Bible My lyre is for mourning, my flute, a weeping sound. Catholic Public Domain Version My harp has been turned into mourning, and my pipes have been turned into a voice of weeping. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version My harp is turned to mourning: and my organ into the voice of those that weep. |
I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
My mind reels, horror has appalled me; the twilight I longed for has been turned for me into trembling.
In that day the Lord God of hosts called to weeping and mourning, to baldness and girding with sackcloth;
Then the king went to his palace, and spent the night fasting; no diversions were brought to him, and sleep fled from him.
I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; I will bring sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness on every head; I will make it like the mourning for an only son, and the end of it like a bitter day.