Isaiah 24:8
Ceased hath the joy of tabrets, Ceased hath the noise of exulting ones, Ceased hath the joy of a harp.
Ceased hath the joy of tabrets, Ceased hath the noise of exulting ones, Ceased hath the joy of a harp.
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7Mourned hath the new wine, languished the vine, Sighed have all the joyful of heart.
14The aged from the gate have ceased, Young men from their song.
15Ceased hath the joy of our heart, Turned to mourning hath been our dancing.
9With a song they drink not wine, Bitter is strong drink to those drinking it.
10It was broken down -- a city of emptiness, Shut hath been every house from entrance.
11A cry over the wine `is' in out-places, Darkened hath been all joy, Removed hath been the joy of the land.
12Left in the city `is' desolation, And `with' wasting is the gate smitten.
10And removed have been gladness and joy from the fruitful field, And in vineyards they sing not, nor shout, Wine in the presses treadeth not the treader, Shouting I have caused to cease.
11Therefore my bowels for Moab as a harp do sound, And mine inward parts for Kir-Haresh.
11Wo `to' those rising early in the morning, Strong drink they pursue! Tarrying in twilight, wine inflameth them!
12And harp, and psaltery, tabret, and pipe, And wine, have been their banquets, And the work of Jehovah they behold not, Yea, the work of His hands they have not seen.
8A house of banqueting thou dost not enter, To sit with them, to eat and to drink,
9For thus said Jehovah of Hosts, God of Israel: Lo, I am causing to cease from this place, Before your eyes, and in your days, The voice of joy, and the voice of rejoicing, The voice of bridegroom and voice of bride.
33And removed hath been joy and gladness From the fruitful field, Even from the land of Moab, And wine from wine-presses I have caused to cease, Shouting doth not proceed, The shouting `is' no shouting!
12They lift `themselves' up at timbrel and harp, And rejoice at the sound of an organ.
10And I have destroyed from them the voice of rejoicing, and the voice of joy, voice of bridegroom and voice of bride, noise of millstones, and the light of lamps.
34And I have caused to cease from cities of Judah, And from streets of Jerusalem, The voice of joy, and the voice of gladness, Voice of bridegroom, and voice of bride, For the land doth become a desolation!
13And I have caused the noise of thy songs to cease, And the voice of thy harps is heard no more.
31And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
5Awake, ye drunkards, and weep, And howl all drinking wine, because of the juice, For it hath been cut off from your mouth.
13Even in laughter is the heart pained, And the latter end of joy `is' affliction.
11And I have caused to cease all her joy, Her festival, her new moon, and her sabbath, Even all her appointed times,
4And doors have been shut in the street. When the noise of the grinding is low, And `one' riseth at the voice of the bird, And all daughters of song are bowed down.
22and voice of harpers, and musicians, and pipers, and trumpeters, may not be heard at all in thee any more; and any artizan of any art may not be found at all in thee any more; and noise of a millstone may not be heard at all in thee any more;
12The vine hath been dried up, And the fig-tree doth languish, Pomegranate, also palm, and apple-tree, All trees of the field have withered, For dried up hath been joy from the sons of men.
12And they have come in, And have sung in the high place of Zion, And flowed unto the goodness of Jehovah, For wheat, and for new wine, and for oil, And for the young of the flock and herd, And their soul hath been as a watered garden, And they add not to grieve any more.
13Then rejoice doth a virgin in a chorus, Both young men and old men -- together, And I have turned their mourning to joy, And have comforted them, And gladdened them above their sorrow,
23Turn aside from Me the noise of thy songs, Yea, the praise of thy psaltery I hear not.
9Cut off hath been present and libation from the house of Jehovah, Mourned have the priests, ministrants of Jehovah.
10Spoiled is the field, mourned hath the ground, For spoiled is the corn, Dried up hath been new wine, languish doth oil.
7At rest -- quiet hath been all the earth, They have broken forth `into' singing.
4Mourned, faded hath the land, Languished, faded hath the world, Languished have they -- the high place of the people of the land.
13And lo, joy and gladness, slaying of oxen, And slaughtering of sheep, Eating of flesh, and drinking of wine, Eat and drink, for to-morrow we die.
5Who are taking part according to the psaltery, Like David they invented for themselves instruments of music;
29Singing is to you as in a night sanctified for a festival, And joy of heart as he who is going with a pipe, To go in to the mountain of Jehovah, Unto the rock of Israel.
15And I have praised mirth because there is no good to man under the sun except to eat and to drink, and to rejoice, and it remaineth with him of his labour the days of his life that God hath given to him under the sun.
36Therefore my heart for Moab as pipes doth sound, And my heart for men of Kir-Heres As pipes doth sound, Therefore the abundance he made did perish.
16Is not before our eyes food cut off? From the house of our God joy and rejoicing?
2Floor and wine-press do not delight them, And new wine doth fail in her,
11Whoredom, and wine, and new wine, take the heart,
19And I have rejoiced in Jerusalem, And have joyed in My people, And not heard in her any more Is the voice of weeping, and the voice of crying.
4That thou hast taken up this simile Concerning the king of Babylon, and said, How hath the exactor ceased,
5Sing to Jehovah with harp, With harp, and voice of praise,
6With trumpets, and voice of a cornet, Shout ye before the king Jehovah.
19For mirth they are making a feast, And wine maketh life joyful, And the silver answereth with all.
7Go, eat with joy thy bread, and drink with a glad heart thy wine, for already hath God been pleased with thy works.
6Give strong drink to the perishing, And wine to the bitter in soul,
11Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have trodden, and thirst.
7Thou hast given joy in my heart, From the time their corn and their wine Have been multiplied.
3Thou hast multiplied the nation, Thou hast made great its joy, They have joyed before Thee as the joy in harvest, As `men' rejoice in their apportioning spoil.