When you cry out in distress, let your idols save you! The wind will blow them all away; a whiff of a breeze will carry them off. But he who takes refuge in me will take possession of the land, my holy mountain, his inheritance.
When you cry out in distress, let your idols save you! The wind will blow them all away; a whiff of a breeze will carry them off. But he who takes refuge in me will take possession of the land, my holy mountain, his inheritance.