The High and Lofty One, Whose Name Is Holy, I Dwell in the High and Highest Place

You who burn with lust among the oaks, under every green tree and slay your children in the valleys are your lot. You have poured out a drink offering. You have brought a serial offering, shall i be appeased? I will tell of your righteousness and your doings, but they will not help you. When you cry out, let your collection of idols deliver you. The wind will carry them off. A breath will take them away. But he who takes refuge in me shall possess the land and shall inherit my holy mountain. And it shall be said, build up, build up. Prepare the way. Remove every obstruction from my people's way. For thus says the high