Is not the food cut off before our eyes, Joy and gladness from the house of our God?
Then I will go to the altar of God, To God my exceeding joy; And on the harp I will praise You, O God, my God.
Gird yourselves and lament, you priests; Wail, you who minister before the altar; Come, lie all night in sackcloth, You who minister to my God; For the grain offering and the drink offering Are withheld from the house of your God.
In that day he will protest, saying, “I cannot cure your ills, For in my house is neither food nor clothing; Do not make me a ruler of the people.”
Glory in His holy name; Let the hearts of those rejoice who seek the Lord!
Make me hear joy and gladness, That the bones You have broken may rejoice.