Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come into it.
As for that night, let darkness seize upon 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 that curse the day, who are ready to arouse leviathan.
The mirth of timbrels ceases, the noise of them that rejoice ends, the joy of the harp ceases.
Then will I cause to cease from the cities of Judah, and from the streets of Jerusalem, the voice of mirth, and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom, and the voice of the bride: for the land shall be desolate.
