Remove from me the noise of thy songs; for I will not hear the music of thy lyres.
For if ye shall bring up to me burnt-offerirgs, and your gifts, I will not delight; and I will not look upon the peace-offerings of your fatlings.
Judgment shall roll as the waters, and justice as a torrent of strength.
Prating upon the mouth of the lyre, as David they invented to them instruments of music;
And turned your festivals into mourning, and all your songs to lamentation; and I brought up sackcloth upon all loins, and upon every head, baldness; and I set it as the mourning of an only one, and its last part as a day of bitterness.
The songs of the temple wailed in that day, says the Lord Jehovah; many a corpse in every place being cast forth: silence.