Is not the food cut off before our eyes, joy and gladness from the House of our Elohim?
Make your boast in His set-apart Name; Let the hearts rejoice of those seeking יהוה.
That I might come to the slaughter-place of Elohim, To Ěl, the joy of my delight, And praise You with the lyre, O Elohim, my Elohim.
Let me hear joy and gladness, Let the bones You have crushed rejoice.
he shall swear in that day, saying, “I am not a healer, for in my house is neither bread nor garment; do not make me a chief of the people.”
Gird yourselves and lament, you priests. Wail, you attendants of the slaughter-place. Come, lie all night in sackcloth, you attendants of my Elohim. For the grain offering and the drink offering are withheld from the house of your Elohim.