There on the willows we hung our harps,
The joyful tambourines have ceased; the noise of revelers has stopped; the joyful harp is silent.
So I will silence the sound of your songs, and the music of your lyres will no longer be heard.
And the sound of harpists and musicians, of flute players and trumpeters, will never ring out in you again. Nor will any
Lift up a song, strike the tambourine, play the sweet-sounding harp and lyre.
I will turn your feasts into mourning and all your songs into lamentation. I will cause everyone to wear sackcloth and e
Praise the LORD with the harp; make music to Him with ten strings.