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

Rejoice with those who rejoice. Weep with those who weep.

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

Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep.

It's nothing like a tsunami or a Katrina too few crying children and smashed up houses.