"Whom have you so dreaded and feared1 that you have been false to me, and have neither remembered2 me nor pondered3 this in your hearts? Is it not because I have long been silent4 that you do not fear me?
When you cry out6 for help, let your collection [of idols] save7 you! The wind will carry all of them off, a mere breath will blow8 them away. But the man who makes me his refuge9 will inherit the land10 and possess my holy mountain."11
For this is what the high and lofty14 One says-- he who lives forever,15 whose name is holy: "I live in a high16 and holy place, but also with him who is contrite17 and lowly in spirit,18 to revive the spirit of the lowly and to revive the heart of the contrite.19