Is not before our eyes food cut off? From the house of our God joy and rejoicing?
Boast yourselves in His Holy Name, The heart of those seeking Jehovah rejoiceth.
And I go in unto the altar of God, Unto God, the joy of my rejoicing. And I thank Thee with a harp, O God, my God.
Thou causest me to hear joy and gladness, Thou makest joyful bones Thou hast bruised.
He lifteth up, in that day, saying: `I am not a binder up, And in my house is neither bread nor garment, Ye do not make me a ruler of the people.'
Gird, and lament, ye priests, Howl, ye ministrants of the altar, Come in, lodge in sackcloth, ministrants of my God, For withheld from the house of your God hath been present and libation.