vyhy lAbl knry v`gby lqvl bkym

versa est in luctum cithara mea et organum meum in vocem flentium

My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

My harp also is turned to mourning, and my flute into the voice of them that weep.

My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

My harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the voice of those who weep.

My harp also is turned to mourning, and my flute into the voice of them that weep.

Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.

My harp also is turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of weepers.

My harp is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of those that weep.

Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of them that weep.

My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.

So my lyre is used for mourning and my flute for loud weeping.

My lyre is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.

But my harp is in mourning; my flute plays only songs for those who are weeping." Job Asserts His Moral Innocence

My harp is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.

"Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.

My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.

My harp plays sad music, and my flute accompanies those who weep.

My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.

Now, when I make music with my harp, I only sing funeral songs. When I make music with my flute, I do it for people who are weeping.’

And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.

So my harp is turned to sorrow, and my horn to the sound of crying.

And so my harp is tuned to the key of mourning, and my flute is pitched to the sound of weeping.

The voice of joy and gladness has turned to mourning.

My harp has been tuned to dirges, and my flute to the sounds of weeping.

Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.

My harp is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of those that weep.

My lyre is used for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.

Therefore my lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.

My harp is tuned to sing a sad song, and my flute is tuned to moaning.

“What did I do to deserve this? Did I ever hit anyone who was calling for help? Haven’t I wept for those who live a hard life, been heartsick over the lot of the poor? But where did it get me? I expected good but evil showed up. I looked for light but darkness fell. My stomach’s in a constant churning, never settles down. Each day confronts me with more suffering. I walk under a black cloud. The sun is gone. I stand in the congregation and protest. I howl with the jackals, I hoot with the owls. I’m black-and-blue all over, burning up with fever. My fiddle plays nothing but the blues; my mouth harp wails laments.”

My lyre plays only sad songs. My flute accompanies only the sound of weeping.

My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.

Where once I heard joyful music, now I hear only mourning and weeping.

Mine harp is turned into mourning, and mine organ into the voice of weepers. (My harp is tuned for mourning, and my organ to the voice of those who weep.)

My only songs are sorrow and sadness.

My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.

My lyre is turned to mourning and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.

My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.

My lyre is for mourning, my flute, a weeping sound.

“Therefore my lyre (harp) is used for [the sound of] mourning, And my flute for the [sound of the] voices of those who weep.

My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.

My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my reed pipe to sounds of weeping.

Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.

My ·harp [lyre] is tuned to sing a sad song, and my ·flute [reed pipe] is tuned to moaning.

My harp is for mourning and my flute for the sound of weeping.

My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.

My lyre is tuned to sadness. My flute makes a sound like weeping.

My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

So my lyre is tuned for mourning, my pipe to the voice of those who weep.

My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.

My kinnor (harp) also is turned to evel (mourning), and my flute into the voice of them that weep.

So my lyre is used for mourning and my flute for loud weeping.

My harp is turned to mourning, and my flute to the voice of those who weep.

My harp is tuned to play songs of sorrow. My flute makes sad sounds like someone crying.

My harp is tuned for singing a sad song. And my flute is tuned for the sound of loud crying.

So my lyre came to be used for mourning, and my flute for the voice of those who weep.

My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.