Gird you, and make your moan, O ye priests: mourn ye ministers of the alter: go your way in, and sleep in sackcloth, O ye officers of my God: for the meat and drink offering shall be taken away from the house of your God.

They run like mighty men; they climb the wall like men of war; and they march every one on his ways, and break not their ranks.

There shall not one drive another, but each shall keep his own way. They shall break in at the windows, and not be hurt:

Let the priests, the servants of the Lord, be weeping between the covered way and the altar, and let them say, Have mercy on your people, O Lord, do not give up your heritage to shame, so that the nations become their rulers: why let them say among the peoples, Where is their God?