37 And he will say, Where are their gods, the rock in which they took refuge,

38 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 See now that I, even I, am he, and there is no god with me. I kill, and I make alive. I wound, and I heal. And there is none that can deliver out of my hand.