³¹ My lyre is tuned to mourning,^(A)
    and my pipe^(B) to the sound of wailing.

¹⁵ Joy is gone from our hearts;
    our dancing has turned to mourning.^(A)

⁴ My heart^(A) falters,
    fear makes me tremble;^(B)
the twilight I longed for
    has become a horror^(C) to me.

⁷ The new wine dries up^(A) and the vine withers;^(B)
    all the merrymakers groan.^(C)
8 The joyful timbrels^(D) are stilled,
    the noise^(E) of the revelers^(F) has stopped,
    the joyful harp^(G) is silent.^(H)
9 No longer do they drink wine^(I) with a song;
    the beer is bitter^(J) to its drinkers.

¹² The Lord, the Lord Almighty,
    called you on that day^(A)
to weep^(B) and to wail,
    to tear out your hair^(C) and put on sackcloth.^(D)

⁴     a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,

⁴ How can we sing the songs of the Lord^(I)
    while in a foreign land?