The elders no longer sit in the city gates; the young men no longer dance and sing.

老年人在城门口断绝；少年人不再作乐。

城门口不再有老年人，年轻人也不再奏乐。

城门口不再有老年人，年轻人也不再奏乐。

老人不再坐在城门口，青年不再弹琴奏乐。

众长老不再坐在城门口；青年人不再唱歌作乐。

老年人在城門口斷絕；少年人不再作樂。

城門口不再有老年人，年輕人也不再奏樂。

城門口不再有老年人，年輕人也不再奏樂。

老人不再坐在城門口，青年不再彈琴奏樂。

眾長老不再坐在城門口；青年人不再唱歌作樂。

老年人停止了坐城門口，青年人止息了作樂。

耆老絕於邑門、少者止其音樂兮、

長老不坐門側、少壯不作音樂兮。

老者不復坐邑門、少者不復歌唱、

The elders are gone from the city gate; the young men have stopped their music.

Our elders don’t go to the city gate anymore. Our young men have stopped playing their music.

The old men have left the city gate, the young men their music.

The elders have left the city gate, the young men, their music.

Elders are absent from the gate, Young men from their music.

The elders have ceased gathering at the gate, And the young men from their music.

The elders have ceased from the gate, The young men from their music.

The elders have left the city gate, the young men, their music.

The elders have ceased from the gate, the young men from their musick.

The elders are gone from the city gate; the young men have stopped playing their music.

The elders have ceased from the gate, and the young men from their music.

I will put an end to the happy singing and laughter in the streets of Jerusalem. The joyful voices of bridegrooms and brides will no longer be heard in the towns of Judah. The land will lie in complete desolation.

“ But now I am mocked by people younger than I, by young men whose fathers are not worthy to run with my sheepdogs.

The leaders of beautiful Jerusalem sit on the ground in silence. They are clothed in burlap and throw dust on their heads. The young women of Jerusalem hang their heads in shame.

The roads to Jerusalem are in mourning, for crowds no longer come to celebrate the festivals. The city gates are silent, her priests groan, her young women are crying— how bitter is her fate!

The sound of harps, singers, flutes, and trumpets will never be heard in you again. No craftsmen and no trades will ever be found in you again. The sound of the mill will never be heard in you again.

“ Those were the days when I went to the city gate and took my place among the honored leaders.The young stepped aside when they saw me, and even the aged rose in respect at my coming.The princes stood in silence and put their hands over their mouths.The highest officials of the city stood quietly, holding their tongues in respect.“ All who heard me praised me. All who saw me spoke well of me.For I assisted the poor in their need and the orphans who required help.I helped those without hope, and they blessed me. And I caused the widows’ hearts to sing for joy.Everything I did was honest. Righteousness covered me like a robe, and I wore justice like a turban.I served as eyes for the blind and feet for the lame.I was a father to the poor and assisted strangers who needed help.I broke the jaws of godless oppressors and plucked their victims from their teeth.

I will stop the music of your songs. No more will the sound of harps be heard among your people.

all their heroes and soldiers, judges and prophets, fortune tellers and elders,army officers and high officials, advisers, skilled sorcerers, and astrologers.

The grapevines waste away, and there is no new wine. All the merrymakers sigh and mourn.The cheerful sound of tambourines is stilled; the happy cries of celebration are heard no more. The melodious chords of the harp are silent.Gone are the joys of wine and song; alcoholic drink turns bitter in the mouth.The city writhes in chaos; every home is locked to keep out intruders.Mobs gather in the streets, crying out for wine. Joy has turned to gloom. Gladness has been banished from the land.

I will take away your happy singing and laughter. The joyful voices of bridegrooms and brides will no longer be heard. Your millstones will fall silent, and the lights in your homes will go out.

For this is what the Lord of Heaven’s Armies, the God of Israel, says: In your own lifetime, before your very eyes, I will put an end to the happy singing and laughter in this land. The joyful voices of bridegrooms and brides will no longer be heard.

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

“ I begged my allies for help, but they betrayed me. My priests and leaders starved to death in the city, even as they searched for food to save their lives.

“ Appoint judges and officials for yourselves from each of your tribes in all the towns the Lord your God is giving you. They must judge the people fairly.