11-13 “Who talked you into the pursuit of this nonsense,
    leaving me high and dry,
    forgetting you ever knew me?
Because I don’t yell and make a scene,
    do you think I don’t exist?
I’ll go over, detail by detail, all your ‘righteous’ attempts at religion,
    and expose the absurdity of it all.
Go ahead, cry for help to your collection of no-gods:
    A good wind will blow them away.
    They’re smoke, nothing but smoke.

“But anyone who runs to me for help
    will inherit the land,
    will end up owning my holy mountain!”

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14 Someone says: “Build, build! Make a road!
    Clear the way, remove the rocks
    from the road my people will travel.”

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12 I will bring evidence about your righteousness and your actions;
    they won’t help you.
13 When you cry out,
    let those things you’ve gathered save you!
The wind will lift them all;
    one breath will take them away.
but those taking refuge in me will inherit the land and possess my holy mountain.

Peace for the remorseful

14 It will be said: “Survey, survey; build a road!
    Remove barriers from my people’s road!”

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