Lo! that night -- let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.
That night -- let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come.
Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.
Ceased hath the joy of tabrets, Ceased hath the noise of exulting ones, Ceased hath the joy of a harp.
And I have caused to cease from cities of Judah, And from streets of Jerusalem, The voice of joy, and the voice of gladness, Voice of bridegroom, and voice of bride, For the land doth become a desolation!