Whether foods perished not before your eyes; gladness and full out joy perished from the house of your God?
be ye praised in his holy name. The heart of men seeking the Lord be glad;
And I shall enter to the altar of God; to God, that gladdeth my youth. God, my God, I shall acknowledge to thee in an harp;
Give thou joy, and gladness to mine hearing; and bones made meek shall full out make joy.
And he shall answer in that day, and say, I am no leech, and neither bread, neither cloth is in mine house; do not ye make me prince of the people.
Ye priests, gird you, and wail; ye ministers of the altar, yell. Ministers of my God, enter ye, lie ye in sackcloth; for why sacrifice and moist sacrifice perished from the house of your God.