The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.

The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning.

I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart.

Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.