A song, shall ye have, As in the night of hallowing a festival,—And gladness of heart, As when one goeth with the flute to enter Into the mountain of Yahweh Unto the Rock of Israel.
And Jesus said unto them,—Can, the sons of the bridechamber, mourn, so long as, the bridegroom, is, with them? But days will come, when the bridegroom, shall be taken from them, and, then, will they fast.
Again, will I build thee and thou shalt be built, thou virgin, Israel,—Again, shalt thou deck thyself with thy timbrels, And go forth in the dance of them that make merry:
And all the people came up after him, the people themselves also, playing with flutes, and rejoicing with great joy,—so that the earth rent with the sound of them.
And they came in, as far as the threshing-floor of the Buckthorn, which is beyond the Jordan, then wailed they there—an exceeding great and grievous walling,—and he made for his father a mourning, of seven days.
They are like unto the children sitting, in a market-place, and calling one to another, who say—We played the flute for you, and ye danced not, We wailed, and ye wept not.