My harp also is turned to mourning, and my flute into the voice of them that weep.
The joy of our heart has ceased; our dance has turned into mourning.
My heart panted, fearfulness appalled me: the night of my pleasure has he turned into fear unto me.
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 in that day did the Lord GOD of hosts call for weeping, and for mourning, and for baldness, and for girding with sackcloth:
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
I went mourning but not in the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
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.