Eccl.12.4

And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of musick shall be brought low;

Eccl.12.4

You can't come and go at will. Things grind to a halt. The hum of the household fades away. You are wakened now by bird-song.

Eccl.12.4

when the doors to the street are closed and the sound of grinding fades; when men rise up at the sound of birds, but all their songs grow faint;

Eccl.12.4

When the doors are shut in the streets, And the sound of grinding is low; When one rises up at the sound of a bird, And all the daughters of music are brought low.