My harp also is turned to mourning, and my flute into the voice of them that weep.
I went mourning but not in the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
My heart panted, fearfulness appalled me: the night of my pleasure has he turned into fear unto me.
And in that day did the Lord GOD of hosts call for weeping, and for mourning, and for baldness, and for girding with sackcloth:
The joy of our heart has ceased; our dance has turned into mourning.
Then the king went to his palace, and passed the night fasting: neither were instruments of music brought before him: and his sleep went from him.
And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will bring up sackcloth upon every waist, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it like the mourning of an only son, and its end as a bitter day.