And have turned your festivals to mourning, And all your songs to lamentation, And caused sackcloth to come up on all loins, And on every head--baldness, And made it as a mourning of an only one, And its latter end as a day of bitterness.
and voice of harpers, and musicians, and pipers, and trumpeters, may not be heard at all in thee any more; and any artisan of any art may not be found at all in thee any more; and noise of a millstone may not be heard at all in thee any more;