And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of grinding is low, and one rises up at the voice of a bird, and all the daughters of song are silenced;
I am a son of eighty years today. Can I distinguish between good and evil? Can your servant taste that which I am eating, and that which I drink? Can I any more listen to the voice of singing men and singing women? And why should your servant be any more as a burden to my lord the king?
And I will cause to perish from them the voice of rejoicing, and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom, and the voice of the bride, the sound of the millstones, and the light of the lamp.
And the sound of harpers, and of musicians, and flutists, and of trumpeters will not still be heard in you, not ever! And every craftsman of every craft will not still be found in you, not ever! And the sound of a mill will not still be heard in you, not ever!