Job 30:31

My lyre is used for mourning
and my flute for the sound of weeping.

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

By the rivers of Babylon—
there we sat down and wept
when we remembered Zion.

a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance;

My heart staggers;
horror terrifies me.
He has turned my last glimmer of hope
into sheer terror.

On that day the Lord God of Hosts
called for weeping, for wailing, for shaven heads,
and for the wearing of sackcloth.

The new wine mourns;
the vine withers.
All the carousers now groan.

Then the king went to his palace and spent the night fasting. No diversions were brought to him, and he could not sleep.

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My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

By the rivers of Babylon—
there we sat down and wept
when we remembered Zion.

a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance;

My heart staggers;
horror terrifies me.
He has turned my last glimmer of hope
into sheer terror.

On that day the Lord God of Hosts
called for weeping, for wailing, for shaven heads,
and for the wearing of sackcloth.

The new wine mourns;
the vine withers.
All the carousers now groan.

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

Then the king went to his palace and spent the night fasting. No diversions were brought to him, and he could not sleep.