Has not the food been cut off before our very eyes— joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejoice.
Then I will go to the altar of God, to God, my joy and my delight. I will praise you with the lyre, O God, my God.
Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice.
But in that day he will cry out, “I have no remedy. I have no food or clothing in my house; do not make me the leader of the people.”
Put on sackcloth, you priests, and mourn; wail, you who minister before the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, you who minister before my God; for the grain offerings and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God.