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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13 They took the young men to grind, and the children fell under the wood.
14 The elders have ceased from the gate, the young men from their musick.
16 The 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.
7 The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merryhearted do sigh.
8 The mirth of tabrets ceaseth, the noise of them that rejoice endeth, the joy of the harp ceaseth.
10 And 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.
31 My 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.
13 Then 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.
16 Is not the meat cut off before our eyes, yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
17 The seed is rotten under their clods, the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered.
12 The 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.
11 Thou 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.
9 For 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.
9 The meat offering and the drink offering is cut off from the house of the LORD; the priests, the LORD'S ministers, mourn.
10 The field is wasted, the land mourneth; for the corn is wasted: the new wine is dried up, the oil languisheth.
33 And 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.
9 Be 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.
4 The ways of Zion do mourn, because none come to the solemn feasts: all her gates are desote: her priests sigh, her virgins are afflicted, and she is in bitterness.
34 Then will I cause to cease from the cities of Judah, and from the streets of usalem, 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.
10 Moreover 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.
18 And 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.
19 For 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.
5 For 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.
20 The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.
15 We looked for peace, but no good came; and for a time of health, and behold trouble!
3 Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
3 Thou 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.
2 We hanged our har upon the willows in the midst thereof.
3 For 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.
14 Behold, my servants shall sing for joy of heart, but ye shall cry for sorrow of heart, and shall howl for vexation of spirit.
11 My 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.
2 Judah mourneth, and the gates thereof languish; they are black unto the ground; and the cry of usalem is gone up.
13 Therefore my people are gone into captivity, because they have no knowledge: and their honourable men are famished, and their multitude dried up with thirst.
4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep; and howl, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
12 They take the timbrel and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the organ.
5 They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.
15 Make us glad according to the days wherein thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil.
18 They hunt our steps, that we cannot go in our streets: our end is near, our days are fulfilled; for our end is come.
10 She 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.