¹¹ They send forth their little ones like a flock,
    and their children dance.

¹² They sing to the tambourine and the lyre,
    and rejoice to the sound of the pipe.

¹² They have lyre and harp,
    timbrel and flute and wine at their feasts;
but they do not regard the deeds of the Lord,
    or see the work of his hands.

¹⁶ “Take a harp,
    go about the city,
    O forgotten harlot!
Make sweet melody,
    sing many songs,
    that you may be remembered.”

⁸ The mirth of the timbrels is stilled,
    the noise of the jubilant has ceased,
    the mirth of the lyre is stilled.