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31 My harp plays sad music,
    and my flute accompanies those who weep.

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15 Joy has left our hearts;
    our dancing has turned to mourning.

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My mind reels and my heart races.
    I longed for evening to come,
    but now I am terrified of the dark.

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18 Then the king returned to his palace and spent the night fasting. He refused his usual entertainment and couldn’t sleep at all that night.

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The grapevines waste away,
    and there is no new wine.
    All the merrymakers sigh and mourn.
The cheerful sound of tambourines is stilled;
    the happy cries of celebration are heard no more.
    The melodious chords of the harp are silent.
Gone are the joys of wine and song;
    alcoholic drink turns bitter in the mouth.

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12 At that time the Lord, the Lord of Heaven’s Armies,
    called you to weep and mourn.
He told you to shave your heads in sorrow for your sins
    and to wear clothes of burlap to show your remorse.

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A time to cry and a time to laugh.
    A time to grieve and a time to dance.

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Psalm 137

Beside the rivers of Babylon, we sat and wept
    as we thought of Jerusalem.[a]
We put away our harps,
    hanging them on the branches of poplar trees.
For our captors demanded a song from us.
    Our tormentors insisted on a joyful hymn:
    “Sing us one of those songs of Jerusalem!”
But how can we sing the songs of the Lord
    while in a pagan land?

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Footnotes

  1. 137:1 Hebrew Zion; also in 137:3.

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