So my lyre becomes mourning, and my flute the sound of weeping.
I went about blackened, but not by the sun; I stood up in the assembly, I cried for help.
a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
My heart reeled, horror overwhelmed me; the night for which I longed He turned into fear for me.
And in that day the Master יהוה of hosts called for weeping and for mourning, for baldness and for girding with sackcloth.
The joy of our heart has ceased, Our dancing has turned into mourning.
And the sovereign went to his palace and spent the night fasting. And no entertainment was brought before him, and his sleep fled from him.
and shall turn your festivals into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation, and bring sackcloth on all loins, and baldness on every head, and shall make it like mourning for an only son, and its end like a day of bitterness.