Hasn’t the food been cut off before our eyes, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Honor His holy name; let the hearts of those who seek Yahweh rejoice.
Then I will come to the altar of God, to God, my greatest joy. I will praise You with the lyre, God, my God.
Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones You have crushed rejoice.
On that day he will cry out, saying: “I’m not a healer. I don’t even have food or clothing in my house. Don’t make me the leader of the people! ”
Dress in sackcloth and lament, you priests; wail, you ministers of the altar. Come and spend the night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God, because grain and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God.