Is food not cut off before our eyes— joy and gladness from God’s House?
Then I will come to the altar of God, to the God of my exceeding joy, and praise You upon the harp —O God, my God.
Gird yourselves and weep, kohanim! Howl, ministers of the altar! Come, lie in sackcloth all night, ministers of my God. For grain and drink offering are withheld from the House of your God.
In that day he will protest, saying: “I’m no healer! In my house is no bread or cloak. Don’t make me a ruler of people!”
Glory in His holy Name. Let the heart of those who seek Adonai rejoice.
Surely You desire truth in the inner being. Make me know wisdom inwardly.