Who knoweth whether the Lorde wyll returne and take compassion, and wyll leaue behinde him a blessing, euen meate offeryng and drynke offeryng vnto the Lorde your God
Girde your selues and lament O ye priestes, howle ye out ye ministers of the aulter, come and lye all night in sackcloth ye seruauntes of my God: for the meate and drynke offerynges are taken away from the house of your God
As for them that runne after another God they shall haue great trouble: I wyll not offer their drynke offerynges of blood, neither wyll I make mention of their names within my lyppes