Job 30:31

And my lyre has turned to mourning, and my flute to the sound of weeping.

The joy of our heart has ceased; our dance has turned into mourning.

There we sat down by the rivers of Babylon; also, we 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 wanders, terror overwhelms me; He has turned the twilight of my pleasure into trembling.

And in that day Jehovah of Hosts called to weeping and mourning, and to baldness, and to girding with sackcloth.

The new wine mourns, the vine droops, all the merry-hearted sigh.

Then the king went to his palace and spent the night fasting. And diversions were not brought before him; and his sleep fled from him.

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

There we sat down by the rivers of Babylon; also, we 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 wanders, terror overwhelms me; He has turned the twilight of my pleasure into trembling.

And in that day Jehovah of Hosts called to weeping and mourning, and to baldness, and to girding with sackcloth.

The new wine mourns, the vine droops, all the merry-hearted sigh.

The joy of our heart has ceased; our dance has turned into mourning.

Then the king went to his palace and spent the night fasting. And diversions were not brought before him; and his sleep fled from him.