The LORD of hosts is who you must regard as holy. He is the one you must fear. He is the one you must dread.

I will ascend above the heights of the clouds. I will make myself like the Most High."

Bread flour must be ground; so he will not always be threshing it. Although he drives the wheel of his threshing cart over it, his horses do not grind it.

Your rigging is untied. They couldn't strengthen the foot of their mast. They couldn't spread the sail. Then the prey of a great spoil was divided. The lame took the prey.

Most certainly you are a God who hid yourself, God of Israel, the Savior.'"