Is not the food cut off before our eyes, yea, joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Glory in his holy name: let the heart of them rejoice that seek the LORD.
Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise you, O God my God.
Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which you have broken may rejoice.
In that day shall he swear, saying, I will not be a healer; for in my house is neither bread nor clothing: make me not a ruler of the people.
Gird yourselves, and lament, you priests: wail, you ministers of the altar: come, lie all night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God: for the grain offering and the drink offering is withheld from the house of your God.