^{37 Ref} He will say, Where are their gods, The rock in which they took refuge;

^{38 Ref} Which ate the fat of their sacrifices, And drank the wine of their drink-offering? Let them rise up and help you, Let them be your protection.

^{39 Ref} See now that I, even I, am he, There is no god with me: I kill, and I make alive; I wound, and I heal; There is none who can deliver out of my hand.