Lo, let that night be barren; Let no joyful voice come therein
As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it: Let it not rejoice among the days of the year; Let it not come into the number of the months
Let them curse it that curse the day, Who are ready to rouse up leviathan
The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth.
Then will I cause to cease from the cities of Judah, and from the streets of Jerusalem, the voice of mirth and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride: for the land shall become a waste.