when the morning stars sang in chorus, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?

Praise him, O sun and moon! Praise him, all you shiny stars!

Let its morning stars be darkened; let it wait for daylight but find none, nor let it see the first rays of dawn,

Indeed the stars in the sky and their constellations no longer give out their light; the sun is darkened as soon as it rises, and the moon does not shine.