11 Your pomp is brought down to Sheol,
    the sound of your harps;
maggots are laid as a bed beneath you,
    and worms are your covers.

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11 All your pomp has been brought down to the grave,(A)
    along with the noise of your harps;(B)
maggots are spread out beneath you
    and worms(C) cover you.(D)

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(A)The mirth of the tambourines is stilled,
    the noise of the jubilant has ceased,
    the mirth of the lyre is stilled.

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

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13 (A)And I will stop the music of your songs, and (B)the sound of your lyres shall be heard no more.

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13 I will put an end(A) to your noisy songs,(B) and the music of your harps(C) will be heard no more.(D)

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