² On the willows^[a] there
    we hung up our lyres.

^8 (A)The mirth of the tambourines is stilled,
    the noise of the jubilant has ceased,
    the mirth of the lyre is stilled.

²² and ^(A)the sound of harpists and musicians, of flute players and trumpeters,
    will be heard in you no more,
and a craftsman of any craft
    will be found in you no more,
and ^(B)the sound of the mill
    will be heard in you no more,

^10 (A)I will turn your feasts into mourning
    and all your songs into lamentation;
^(B)I will bring sackcloth on every waist
    ^(C)and baldness on every head;
^(D)I will make it like the mourning for an only son
    and the end of it like a bitter day.

² Raise a song; sound ^(A)the tambourine,
    ^(B)the sweet lyre with ^(C)the harp.

² Give thanks to the Lord with the ^(A)lyre;
    make melody to him with ^(B)the harp of ^(C)ten strings!