The Mighty One, God our Lord,
Speaks and summons upon the earth;
For being worshipped and adored,
As the new day has brought new birth.
From the rising to the setting,
As the sun is shining so bright;
We tend to be so forgetting,
Of our God being pure light.
Our God shall not keep silence,
Before Him fire devours;
From the turmoil and violence,
That has eaten up the hours.
He calls on Heaven up above,
That He may judge those of this place;
For despicable acts thereof,
Making here a complete disgrace.
Gather up all the faithful ones,
Who is keeping His covenant;
Not to be with someone that shuns,
That God regards incompetent.
Hear O people for God will speak,
Against you He will testify;
He already knows what you seek,
And no way that you can deny.
Your sacrifices He lambasts,
Sincerity not in your prayer;
For only your fate it forecasts,
Total garbage is what you share.
He will not accept from your house,
Of the sheep and goats from your fold;
Because you cheated on your spouse,
And so that is why He must scold.
All are His of the birds and beast,
Through the wilderness and the fields;
Sets on your table for the feast,
And from the harvest from what yields.
Giving of thanks for what you got,
As well as praying of trouble;
Glorify with what you have sought,
He will rescue you from rubble.
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