May that night be barren; may no shout of joy be heard in it.
That night—may thick darkness seize it; may it not be included among the days of the year nor be entered in any of the months.
May those who curse days curse that day, those who are ready to rouse Leviathan.
The joyful timbrels are stilled, the noise of the revelers has stopped, the joyful harp is silent.
I will bring an end to the sounds of joy and gladness and to the voices of bride and bridegroom in the towns of Judah and the streets of Jerusalem, for the land will become desolate.