² On the willows^[a] there
    we hung up our harps.

¹³ I will silence the music of your songs;
    the sound of your lyres shall be heard no more.^(A)

⁸ The mirth of the timbrels is stilled;
    the noise of the jubilant has ceased;
    the mirth of the lyre is stilled.^(A)

²² and the sound of harpists and entertainers and of flutists and trumpeters
    will be heard in you no more,
and an artisan of any trade
    will be found in you no more,
and the sound of the millstone
    will be heard in you no more,^(A)

¹⁰ I will turn your feasts into mourning
    and all your songs into lamentation;
I will bring sackcloth on all loins
    and baldness on every head;
I will make it like the mourning for an only son
    and the end of it like a bitter day.^(A)

² Raise a song; sound the tambourine,
    the sweet lyre with the harp.

² Praise the Lord with the lyre;
    make melody to him with the harp of ten strings.^(A)