Praise Jehovah with harp; make music unto Him with a lute and an instrument of ten strings.

Raise a song; bring out the timbrel, the pleasant harp and lute.

The mirth of the tambourines ceases; the tumult of the jubilant ends; the joy of the harp ceases.

And I will put an end to the noise of your songs, and the sound of your harps shall be heard no more.

And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation. And I will bring up sackcloth on all loins, and baldness on every head. And I will make it like the mourning for an only one; and the end of it like a bitter day.

The sound of harpists, musicians, flutists, and trumpeters shall by no means be heard in you anymore. No craftsman of any craft shall ever be found in you anymore, and the sound of a millstone shall by no means be heard in you anymore.