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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 panted, fearfulness appalled me: the night of my pleasure has he turned into fear unto me.
And in that day did the Lord GOD of hosts call 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 has ceased; our dance has turned into mourning.
Then the king went to his palace, and passed the night fasting: neither were instruments of music brought before him: and his sleep went from him.