The joyof our heartshas ceased;Our dancinghas been turnedinto mourning.
"Therefore my harpis turnedto mourning,And my fluteto the soundof those who weep.
You have turnedfor me my mourninginto dancing;You have loosedmy sackclothand girdedme with gladness,
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.
"Then I will turnyour festivalsinto mourningAnd allyour songsinto lamentation;And I will bringsackclothon everyone'sloinsAnd baldnesson everyhead.And I will makeit like [a time of] mourningfor an onlyson,And the endof it will be like a bitterday.
