My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.
My heart panted, fearfulness affrighted me: the night of my pleasure hath 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 to weeping, and to mourning, and to baldness, and to girding with sackcloth:
a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
I went mourning without 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 all loins, and baldness upon every head; and I will make it as the mourning of an only son, and the end thereof as a bitter day.