Why? I'm off.

A miserable failure.

Don't be bitter, my son.

What a pity!

For shame!

There's nothing tragic about being 50... not unless you try to be 25.

For you I pine

It's in a dreadful state.

Lament, mourn, and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to gloom.

Lament, mourn, and weep. Let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to gloom.

Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to heaviness.

Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to heaviness.

We're blue We're blue

We're blue

With night falling.

That's the tragedy of it.

In that day there will be a great mourning in Jerusalem, like the mourning of Hadadrimmon in the valley of Megiddon.

In that day there will be a great mourning in Jerusalem, like the mourning of Hadadrimmon in the valley of Megiddon.

In that day shall there be a great mourning in Jerusalem, as the mourning of Hadadrimmon in the valley of Megiddon.

In that day shall there be a great mourning in Jerusalem, as the mourning of Hadadrimmon in the valley of Megiddon.

Besides, she looked sad.

My heart bleeds for you. For me?

You are pathetic, sister.

Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Her eyes were full of sadness.

Concerning the infinite sorrow of life.

Where he bleeding well belongs.

Oppression or illness Or sorrow or pain

I feel a great sadness.

It's a shame, brother philosopher, that you didn't know Mikitka.

However much she glorified herself, and grew wanton, so much give her of torment and mourning. For she says in her heart, 'I sit a queen, and am no widow, and will in no way see mourning.'

However much she glorified herself, and grew wanton, so much give her of torment and mourning. For she says in her heart, 'I sit a queen, and am no widow, and will in no way see mourning.'

How much she hath glorified herself, and lived deliciously, so much torment and sorrow give her for she saith in her heart, I sit a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow.

How much she hath glorified herself, and lived deliciously, so much torment and sorrow give her for she saith in her heart, I sit a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow.

That 's the tragedy of it, Eliza

But his flesh on him has pain, and his soul within him mourns.

But his flesh on him has pain, and his soul within him mourns.

But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.

But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.

(Man) Sadly people leave their homes.

It is in many respects a sad one, but, one hopes not entirely without usefulness.

But tradition's dying, they've taken to wearing pants now.

I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation and I will make you wear sackcloth on all your bodies, and baldness on every head. I will make it like the mourning for an only son, and its end like a bitter day.

I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation and I will make you wear sackcloth on all your bodies, and baldness on every head. I will make it like the mourning for an only son, and its end like a bitter day.

And I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation and I will bring up sackcloth upon all loins, and baldness upon every head and I will make it as the mourning of an only son, and the end thereof as a bitter day.