<p class="poetry">Half of it he burns in the fire &#8211;p> <p class="poetry">over that half he cooks<n id="1" /> meat;p> <p class="poetry">he roasts a meal and fills himself.p> <p class="poetry">Yes, he warms himself and says,p> <p class="poetry">&#8216;Ah! I am warm as I look at the fire.&#8217;p>

<p class="poetry">Their arrows are sharpened,p> <p class="poetry">and all their bows are prepared.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">The hooves of their horses are hard as flint,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and their chariot wheels are like a windstorm.<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">No one thinks to himself,p> <p class="poetry">nor do they comprehend or understand and say to themselves:p> <p class="poetry">&#8216;I burned half of it in the fire &#8211;p> <p class="poetry">yes, I baked bread over the coals;p> <p class="poetry">I roasted meat and ate it.p> <p class="poetry">With the rest of it should I make a disgusting idol?p> <p class="poetry">Should I bow down to dry wood?&#8217;<n id="1" />p>