Shall not the meates be taken awaye before oure eyes, the myrthe also & ioye from the house of oure God?
That I maye go into the aulter of God, euen vnto the God whyche is my ioye & pleasure, and vpon the harpe to geue thankes vnto the, O God, my God.
Gyrde you, & make youre mone, O ye prestes: mourne ye mynysters of the aulter: go youre way in, and slepe in sackcloth, O ye offycers of my God: for the meate and drinckofferynge shall be taken awaye from the house of youre God.
Then shall he sweare and saye: I can not helpe you. Moreouer, there is neyther meate nor clothynge in my house, make me no ruler of the people.
Gyue hys holye name a good report lette their hertes reioyse that seke the Lord.
Oh let me heare of ioye & gladnesse, that the bones which thou hast broken, maye reioyse.