You like to compose songs, as David did, and play them on harps.

On that day the songs in the palace will become cries of mourning. There will be dead bodies everywhere. They will be cast out in silence."

I will turn your festivals into funerals and change your glad songs into cries of grief. I will make you shave your heads and wear sackcloth, and you will be like parents mourning for their only child. That day will be bitter to the end.