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when the doors on the street are shut, and the sound of the grinding is low, and one rises up at the sound of a bird, and all the daughters of song are brought low;(A)

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The wine dries up;
    the vine languishes;
    all the merry-hearted sigh.(A)

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Take the millstones and grind meal;
    remove your veil;
strip off your robe; uncover your legs;
    pass through the rivers.

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13 I will silence the music of your songs;
    the sound of your lyres shall be heard no more.(A)

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