Wherefore my belly rumbled as it had been a lute for Moab's sake, and mine inward members for the brick wall's sake.

After that, shall the seventy years of Tyre - even as long as their king's life was - be forgotten. And after seventy years, it shall happen to Tyre as with a harlot that playeth upon a lute.

"Take thy lute," say men to her, "and go about the city, thou unknown wench: make pastime with sweet melody, whereby thou mayest be had in remembrance."