Night: The Jews in Affliction Spent, in Sorrow and Humiliation

I am weary from groaning; all night I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears.

For His anger is fleeting, but His favor lasts a lifetime. Weeping may stay the night, but joy comes in the morning.

Put on sackcloth and lament, O priests; wail, O ministers of the altar. Come, spend the night in sackcloth, O ministers of my God, because the grain and drink offerings are withheld from the house of your God.