and the doorson the streetare shutas the soundof the grindingmillis low,and one will ariseat the soundof the bird,and allthe daughtersof songwill singsoftly.
"I am noweightyyearsold.Can I distinguishbetweengoodand bad?Orcan your servanttastewhatI eator whatI drink?Orcan I hearanymorethe voiceof singingmen and women? Whythen should your servantbe an addedburdento my lordthe king?
"Whocan openthe doorsof his face?Aroundhis teeththere is terror.
"Takethe millstonesand grindmeal.Removeyour veil,stripoffthe skirt,Uncoverthe leg,crossthe rivers.
Moreover, I will takefrom them the voiceof joyand the voiceof gladness,the voiceof the bridegroomand the voiceof the bride,the soundof the millstonesand the lightof the lamp.
"And the soundof harpistsand musiciansand flute-playersand trumpeterswill not be heardin you anylonger;and nocraftsmanof anycraftwill be foundin you any longer;and the soundof a millwill not be heardin you any longer;
