Lamentations 5:15
The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.
The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.
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13They took the young men to grind, and the children fell under the wood.
14The elders have ceased from the gate, the young men from their musick.
16The crown is fallen [from] our head: woe unto us, that we have sinned!
17¶ For this our heart is faint; for these [things] our eyes are dim.
7The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merryhearted do sigh.
8The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth.
10And gladness is taken away, and joy out of the plentiful field; and in the vineyards there shall be no singing, neither shall there be shouting: the treaders shall tread out no wine in [their] presses; I have made [their vintage] shouting to cease.
31My harp also is [turned] to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
11[There is] a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.
13Then shall the virgin rejoice in the dance, both young men and old together: for I will turn their mourning into joy, and will comfort them, and make them rejoice from their sorrow.
16Is not the meat cut off before our eyes, [yea], joy and gladness from the house of our God?
17The seed is rotten under their clods, the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered.
12The vine is dried up, and the fig tree languisheth; the pomegranate tree, the palm tree also, and the apple tree, [even] all the trees of the field, are withered: because joy is withered away from the sons of men.
11Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
13¶ Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful; and the end of that mirth [is] heaviness.
9For thus saith the LORD of hosts, the God of Israel; Behold, I will cause to cease out of this place in your eyes, and in your days, the voice of mirth, and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom, and the voice of the bride.
8¶ Lament like a virgin girded with sackcloth for the husband of her youth.
9The meat offering and the drink offering is cut off from the house of the LORD; the priests, the LORD'S ministers, mourn.
10The field is wasted, the land mourneth; for the corn is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languisheth.
33And joy and gladness is taken from the plentiful field, and from the land of Moab; and I have caused wine to fail from the winepresses: none shall tread with shouting; [their] shouting [shall be] no shouting.
9Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep: let your laughter be turned to mourning, and [your] joy to heaviness.
13¶ A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.
4The ways of Zion do mourn, because none come to the solemn feasts: all her gates are desolate: her priests sigh, her virgins are afflicted, and she [is] in bitterness.
34Then will I cause to cease from the cities of Judah, and from the streets of Jerusalem, the voice of mirth, and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom, and the voice of the bride: for the land shall be desolate.
18[When] I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart [is] faint in me.
10Moreover I will take from them the voice of mirth, and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom, and the voice of the bride, the sound of the millstones, and the light of the candle.
18And let them make haste, and take up a wailing for us, that our eyes may run down with tears, and our eyelids gush out with waters.
19For a voice of wailing is heard out of Zion, How are we spoiled! we are greatly confounded, because we have forsaken the land, because our dwellings have cast [us] out.
17‹And saying, We have piped unto you, and ye have not danced; we have mourned unto you, and ye have not lamented.›
5For thus saith the LORD, Enter not into the house of mourning, neither go to lament nor bemoan them: for I have taken away my peace from this people, saith the LORD, [even] lovingkindness and mercies.
20The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.
15We looked for peace, but no good [came; and] for a time of health, and behold trouble!
3Sorrow [is] better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
3Thou hast multiplied the nation, [and] not increased the joy: they joy before thee according to the joy in harvest, [and] as [men] rejoice when they divide the spoil.
2We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
3For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us [required of us] mirth, [saying], Sing us [one] of the songs of Zion.
14Behold, my servants shall sing for joy of heart, but ye shall cry for sorrow of heart, and shall howl for vexation of spirit.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
15¶ All the days of the afflicted [are] evil: but he that is of a merry heart [hath] a continual feast.
2Judah mourneth, and the gates thereof languish; they are black unto the ground; and the cry of Jerusalem is gone up.
13Therefore my people are gone into captivity, because [they have] no knowledge: and their honourable men [are] famished, and their multitude dried up with thirst.
4A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5Awake, ye drunkards, and weep; and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
4My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
12They take the timbrel and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the organ.
5They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.
15Make us glad according to the days [wherein] thou hast afflicted us, [and] the years [wherein] we have seen evil.
18They hunt our steps, that we cannot go in our streets: our end is near, our days are fulfilled; for our end is come.
10She is empty, and void, and waste: and the heart melteth, and the knees smite together, and much pain [is] in all loins, and the faces of them all gather blackness.