³¹ My ^(A)lyre is ^(B)turned to mourning,
    and my ^(C)pipe to the voice of those who weep.

^15 (A)The joy of our hearts has ceased;
    ^(B)our dancing has been turned to mourning.

⁴ My heart staggers; horror has appalled me;
    ^(A)the twilight I longed for
    has been turned for me into trembling.

^7 (A)The wine mourns,
    the vine languishes,
    all the merry-hearted sigh.
^8 (B)The mirth of the tambourines is stilled,
    the noise of the jubilant has ceased,
    the mirth of the lyre is stilled.
⁹ No more do they drink wine ^(C)with singing;
    strong drink is bitter to those who drink it.

⁴ a time to ^(A)weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to ^(B)dance;

137 By the waters of Babylon,
    there we sat down and wept,
    when we remembered Zion.
² On the willows^[a] there
    we hung up our lyres.
³ For there our captors
    required of us songs,
and our tormentors, mirth, saying,
    “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”