Job 30

Ma cithare ne rend plus que des accords lugubres, mon chalumeau que des sons plaintifs.

Y hase tornado mi arpa en luto, y mi órgano en voz de lamentadores.

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

Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.