God, you were the one to fear —
the one cause worth sacrificing for.
What do you mean?
“It’s all in your hands.”
What are you saying?
“You wish for my fulfillment.”
For what use, my sacrifices?
You don’t want me to sacrifice at all.
You’ve ruined all my plans.
You’ve stolen my thunder.
Oh, and it is so embarrassing
when you anoint my crown
and stick the well-prepared
fattened calf under my nose
and lord it up with everyone.
You raining sunlight on the just
and the unjust.
You don’t understand.
You are out of control.