¹⁶ Take your harp, wander around the city,
You forgotten prostitute;
Pluck the strings skillfully, sing many songs,
That you may be remembered.

⁸ The ^(A)joy of tambourines ceases,
The noise of revelers stops,
The joy of the harp ceases.

⁹ They do not drink wine with song;
^(A)Intoxicating drink is ^(B)bitter to those who drink it.