Job 30:31
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My harp is tuned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.
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Joy has left our hearts; our dancing has turned to mourning.
My heart falters; fear makes me tremble. The twilight of my desire has turned to horror.
a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,
Then the king went to his palace and spent the night fasting. No entertainment was brought before him, and sleep fled from him.
On that day the Lord GOD of Hosts called for weeping and wailing, for shaven heads and the wearing of sackcloth.