137:1 By the rivers of Babylon
we sit down and weep
when we remember Zion.
137:2 On the poplars in her midst
we hang our harps,
137:3 for there our captors ask us to compose songs;
those who mock us demand that we be happy, saying:
“Sing for us a song about Zion!”
137:4 How can we sing a song to the Lord
in a foreign land?
3:4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
21:4 My heart palpitates,
I shake in fear;
the twilight I desired
has brought me terror.
22:12 At that time the sovereign master, the Lord who commands armies, called for weeping and mourning,
for shaved heads and sackcloth.
24:7 The new wine dries up,
the vines shrivel up,
all those who like to celebrate
24:8 The happy sound
the revelry of those who celebrate comes to a halt,
the happy sound of the harp ceases.
24:9 They no longer sing and drink wine;
the beer tastes bitter to those who drink it.
5:15 Our hearts no longer have any joy;
our dancing is turned to mourning.