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

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

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

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

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

¹ By the rivers of Babylon—
    there we sat down, and there we wept
    when we remembered Zion.^(A)
2 On the willows^[a] there
    we hung up our harps.
³ For there our captors
    asked us for songs,
and our tormentors asked for mirth, saying,
    “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”^(B)