‘We [pretended like we] were making music [at a wedding] but you did not dance; we [pretended like we] were wailing [at a funeral] but you did not beat your chest [in mourning].’
They are like children sitting in the open shopping market, calling to one another, saying, ‘We [pretended we] were making music [at a wedding] but you did not dance; we [pretended we] were wailing [at a funeral] but you did not cry [along with us].’
Paul hurried downstairs and placed himself on the young man and held him closely, saying [to the people gathered around], “Do not be upset, he is alive.”
So, Peter got up and went with them. When he arrived they took him to the upstairs room [where Dorcas’ body lay]. All the widows [i.e., her friends] stood near Peter, crying and showing [him] the coats and [other] clothing which Dorcas had made when she was alive.
And the sound of harp-players and musicians and flute-players and trumpet-players will never be heard in you again. And no workers of any trade will be found in you again, and the sound of a [flour] mill [grinding] will never be heard in you again.