Has not foodbeen cutoffbeforeour eyes,Gladnessand joyfrom the houseof our God?
Gloryin His holyname;Let the heartof those who seekthe LORDbe glad.
Then I will goto the altarof God,To Godmy exceedingjoy;And upon the lyreI shall praiseYou, O God,my God.
Make me to hearjoyand gladness,Let the boneswhich You have brokenrejoice.
He will proteston that day,saying,"I will not be [your] healer,For in my housethereis neitherbreadnorcloak;You should not appointme rulerof the people."
Girdyourselves[with sackcloth] And lament,O priests;Wail,O ministersof the altar!Come,spendthe nightin sackclothO ministersof my God,For the grain offeringand the drinkofferingAre withheldfrom the houseof your God.
