Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, 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 flutters. Horror has frightened me. The twilight that I desired has been turned into trembling to me.
And in that day the Lord, LORD of hosts, called for weeping, and for mourning, and for baldness, and for girding with sackcloth.
The new wine mourns. The vine languishes. All the merry-hearted do sigh.
The joy of our heart is ceased, our dance is turned into mourning.
Then the king went to his palace, and passed the night fasting, nor were instruments of music brought before him. And his sleep fled from him.