Our food disappears before our very eyes. No joyful celebrations are held in the house of our God.
Exult in his holy name; rejoice, you who worship the Lord.
There I will go to the altar of God, to God—the source of all my joy. I will praise you with my harp, O God, my God!
Oh, give me back my joy again; you have broken me— now let me rejoice.
But he will reply, “No! I can’t help. I don’t have any extra food or clothes. Don’t put me in charge!”
Dress yourselves in burlap and weep, you priests! Wail, you who serve before the altar! Come, spend the night in burlap, you ministers of my God. For there is no grain or wine to offer at the Temple of your God.