Yes, let that night be barren; let no joyful cry be heard in it.
That night—let thick darkness seize it! let it not rejoice among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months.
Let those curse it who curse the Sea, those who are skilled to rouse up Leviathan.
The mirth of the timbrels is stilled; the noise of the jubilant has ceased; the mirth of the lyre is stilled.
And I will bring to an end the sound of mirth and gladness, the voice of the bride and bridegroom in the cities of Judah and in the streets of Jerusalem, for the land shall become a waste.