“Are you listening, dear people? I’m getting ready to speak;Israel, I’m about ready to bring you to trial.This is God, your God,speaking to you.I don’t find fault with your acts of worship,the frequent burnt sacrifices you offer.But why should I want your blue-ribbon bull,or more and more goats from your herds?Every creature in the forest is mine,the wild animals on all the mountains.I know every mountain bird by name;the scampering field mice are my friends.If I get hungry, do you think I’d tell you?All creation and its bounty are mine.Do you think I feast on venison?or drink draughts of goats’ blood?Spread for me a banquet of praise,serve High God a feast of kept promises,And call for help when you’re in trouble—I’ll help you, and you’ll honor me.”