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Vinegar goes ill with natron, and song with a discontented heart. (Moth cannot fret garment, or worm wood, as care the heart.) (Proverbs 25, 20)
The street-doors shut, muffled the hum of the mill, bird-song for waking-time, and all the echoes✻ of music faint! (Ecclesiastes 12, 4)
His name extol; songs of praise let your lips utter, and let harp’s melody mingle with the song. And you shall praise him in these words following. (Ecclesiasticus 39, 20)
The whole earth stood in awe of song and proverb and parable and interpretation of thine; (Ecclesiasticus 47, 18)
A song, now, in honour of one that is my good friend; a song about a near kinsman of mine, and the vineyard that he had. This friend, that I love well, had a vineyard in a corner of his ground,✻ all fruitfulness. (Isaiah 5, 1)
After this thou wilt be forgotten, thou city of Tyre, for seventy years, long as the life-time of one of thy kings. At the end of those seventy years, Tyre will know the meaning of the harlot’s song, (Isaiah 23, 15)
No more feasting and song; the wine turns bitter in their mouths. (Isaiah 24, 9)
here at the ends of the earth his song of triumph has reached us, the boast of his elect.✻ Heart, keep thy secret, heart, keep thy secret; no more of that.But alas, the traitors still betray his cause; treachery is treachery still, and its fruit is treason. (Isaiah 24, 16)
But in the land of Juda, when that day comes, what shall their song be? Sion is ours, an impregnable fortress; divine protection it has for wall and breast-work; (Isaiah 26, 1)
Sing the Lord a new song; let his praise sound from end to end of the earth. Praise him from the sea, all men that sail on it, and all creatures the sea contains; the islands and the island-dwellers. (Isaiah 42, 10)
The Lord has been merciful; you heavens, sing your praises; depths of the earth, rejoice; echo the song of praise, mountain and forest and every forest tree; the Lord has ransomed Jacob, Israel shall make his boast in him. (Isaiah 44, 23)
From the garden-lands of Moab joy and triumph have died away; all the presses I have emptied of their wine, no vintage-song, no treading the grapes as of old. (Jeremiah 48, 33)
