31My harp is tuned to mourning, and my flute to the sound of wailing.
31My harp is tuned to mourning, and my flute to the sound of wailing.
28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
29 I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls.
30 My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever.
31 My harp is tuned to mourning, and my flute to the sound of wailing.
30:31My harp also is [turned] to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
30:31My harp is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of those that weep.
30:31Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
30:31My harp also is turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of weepers.
30:31Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
30:31My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
30:31Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
30:31And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.
30:31My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.