 We were captives. We weren't in our homeland. We weren't where we're supposed to be. And instead of laughter and singing and joy and gladness that we've been reading about in Psalm 126, they're in the far country. They're in the place of captivity. And they're weeping. Verse 2, on the willows there we hung up our lyres, our harps, our stringed instruments. We just put our instruments away. Put the violins back in the case. Said, we can't sing here. There's no reason to sing. We don't have anything to sing about.