И цитра моя сделалась унылою, и свирель моя — голосом плачевным.
My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.
My lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.
“Therefore my harp is turned to mourning, And my flute to the sound of those who weep.
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.
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 pipe into the voice of weepers.