By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

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

My heart panted, fearfulness affrighted me: the night of my pleasure hath he turned into fear unto me.

And in that day did the Lord GOD of hosts call to weeping, and to mourning, and to baldness, and to girding with sackcloth:

The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merryhearted do sigh.

They shall not drink wine with a song; strong drink shall be bitter to them that drink it.

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: neither were instruments of musick brought before him: and his sleep went from him.