By the rivers
of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept
, when we remembered Zion. ... How shall
we sing the LORD'S song in a strange land
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.