Gird yourselves and beat the breast—ye priests, howl, ye attendants of the altar, go in and wrap yourselves for the night in sackcloth, ye attendants on my God,—for, withholden from the house of your God, are the meal-offering and the drink- offering.
He will swear, in that day, saying—I will take no control, When in mine own house, is neither food nor clothing,—Ye must not set me for a ruler of people!