when the doors to the street are shut and the sound of the mill fades away, when one rises at the sound of a bird and all the daughters of song grow faint,
Moreover, I will banish from them the sounds of joy and gladness, the voices of the bride and bridegroom, the sound of t
I am now eighty years old. Can I discern what is good and what is not? Can your servant taste what he eats or drinks? Ca
And the sound of harpists and musicians, of flute players and trumpeters, will never ring out in you again. Nor will any