¹⁶ Pick up your lyre,
stroll through the city,
you forgotten prostitute.
Play skilfully,
sing many a song
so that you will be remembered.

⁸ The joyful tambourines^(A) have ceased.
The noise of the jubilant has stopped.
The joyful lyre has ceased.
⁹ They no longer sing and drink wine;
beer is bitter to those who drink it.

⁵ They improvise songs^[a] to the sound of the harp^(A)
and invent^[b] their own musical instruments like David.^(B)