⁸ The joyful timbrels^(A) are stilled,
    the noise^(B) of the revelers^(C) has stopped,
    the joyful harp^(D) is silent.^(E)

³ when the keepers of the house tremble,
    and the strong men stoop,
when the grinders cease because they are few,
    and those looking through the windows grow dim;
⁴ when the doors to the street are closed
    and the sound of grinding fades;
when people rise up at the sound of birds,
    but all their songs grow faint;^(A)

²² The music of harpists and musicians, pipers and trumpeters,
    will never be heard in you again.^(A)
No worker of any trade
    will ever be found in you again.
The sound of a millstone
    will never be heard in you again.^(B)
23 The light of a lamp
    will never shine in you again.
The voice of bridegroom and bride
    will never be heard in you again.^(C)
Your merchants were the world’s important people.^(D)
    By your magic spell^(E) all the nations were led astray.