Is this your city of revelry,(A)
    the old, old city,
whose feet have taken her
    to settle in far-off lands?

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Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? her own feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.

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22 The music of harpists and musicians, pipers and trumpeters,
    will never be heard in you again.(A)
No worker of any trade
    will ever be found in you again.
The sound of a millstone
    will never be heard in you again.(B)

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22 And the voice of harpers, and musicians, and of pipers, and trumpeters, shall be heard no more at all in thee; and no craftsman, of whatsoever craft he be, shall be found any more in thee; and the sound of a millstone shall be heard no more at all in thee;

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