What he will honor is a god of fortresses – a god his fathers did not acknowledge he will honor with gold, silver, valuable stones, and treasured commodities.

<p class="poetry">Therefore no fear of me should terrify you,p> <p class="poetry">nor should my pressure<n id="1" /> be heavy on you.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">The one who neglects<n id="1" /> discipline ends up in<n id="2" /> poverty and shame,p> <p class="poetry">but the one who accepts reproof is honored.<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">The one who tends a fig tree<n id="1" /> will eat its fruit,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and whoever takes care of<n id="3" /> his master will be honored.p>

<p class="poetry">But because it is heavier<n id="1" /> than the sand<n id="2" /> of the sea,p> <p class="poetry">that is why my words have been wild.<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">He despises a reprobate,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">but honors the <sc>Lordsc>&#8217;s loyal followers.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">He makes firm commitments and does not renege on his promise.<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">Hear the word of the <sc>Lordsc>,p> <p class="poetry">you who respect what he has to say!<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">Your countrymen,<n id="2" /> who hate youp> <p class="poetry">and exclude you, supposedly for the sake of my name,p> <p class="poetry">say, &#8220;May the <sc>Lordsc> be glorified,p> <p class="poetry">then we will witness your joy.&#8221;<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">But they will be put to shame.p>

<t /><p class="bodytext">&#8220;A son naturally honors his father and a slave respects<n id="1" /> his master. If I am your<n id="2" /> father, where is my honor? If I am your master, where is my respect? The <sc>Lordsc> who rules over all asks you this, you priests who make light of my name! But you reply, &#8216;How have we made light of your name?&#8217;