Behold, let that night be barren. Let no joyful voice come therein.
As for that night, let thick darkness seize on it. Let it not rejoice among the days of the year. Let it not come into the number of the months.
Let them curse it who curse the day, who are ready to rouse up livyatan.
The mirth of timbrels ceases. The sound of those who rejoice ends. The joy of the harp ceases.
Then will I cause to cease from the cities of Yehudah, and from the streets of Yerushalayim, the voice of mirth and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride; for the land shall become a waste.