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Lamentations 5:14 - Tree of Life Version

Elders are gone from the gate, young men from their music.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

The elders have ceased from the gate, The young men from their musick.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

The elders have ceased from [congregating at] the city's gate, the young men from their music.

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American Standard Version (1901)

The elders have ceased from the gate, The young men from their music.

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Common English Bible

Elders have left the city gate; young people stop their music.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

The elders have ceased from the gates, the youths from the choir of the psalms.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

The ancients have ceased from the gates: the young men from the choir of the singers.

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Lamentations 5:14
15 Tagairtí Cros  

“But now they mock me— those younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.


My harp is for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.


For thus says Adonai-Tzva’ot, the God of Israel: “I am about to eliminate from this place, before your eyes and in your days, the sound of joy and the sound of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride.


“Moreover, I will silence among them the voice of joy and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride, the sound of the millstones and the light of the lamp.


Then I will bring an end, from the cities of Judah and from the streets of Jerusalem, to the voice of joy and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride. For the land will be desolate.”


I called to my lovers— they deceived me! My kohanim and my elders perished in the city when they sought food to keep themselves alive.


The roads to Zion mourn for no one comes to her moadim. All her gates are desolate. Her kohanim groan, her maidens grieve— she is in bitter anguish.


The elders of the daughter of Zion sit upon the ground in silence. They threw dust on their heads and girded themselves with sackcloth. The maidens of Jerusalem have bowed their heads to the ground.


I will put an end to the sound of your songs. The sound of your lyres will no longer be heard.


I will also put an end to all her rejoicing— her feasts, her New Moon, her Shabbat, and all her moadim.


“Judges and officers you are to appoint within all your gates that Adonai your God is giving you, according to your tribes; and they are to judge the people with righteous judgment.


And the sound of harpists and musicians, flautists and trumpeters, shall never be heard in you again! And the craftsman of any craft shall never be found in you again! And the sound of a mill shall never be heard in you again!