11-17 People with a big head are headed for a fall,pretentious egos brought down a peg.It’s God alone at front-and-centeron the Day we’re talking about,The Day that God-of-the-Angel-Armiesis matched against all big-talking rivals,against all swaggering big names;Against all giant sequoiashugely towering,and against the expansive chestnut;Against Kilimanjaro and Annapurna,against the ranges of Alps and Andes;Against every soaring skyscraper,against all proud obelisks and statues;Against ocean-going luxury liners,against elegant three-masted schooners.The swelled big heads will be punctured bladders,the pretentious egos brought down to earth,Leaving God alone at front-and-centeron the Day we’re talking about.
18 And all those sticks and stonesdressed up to look like godswill be gone for good.
19 Clamber into caves in the cliffs,duck into any hole you can find.Hide from the terror of God,from his dazzling presence,When he assumes his full stature on earth,towering and terrifying.
20-21 On that Day men and women will takethe sticks and stonesThey’ve decked out in gold and silverto look like gods and then worshiped,And they will dump themin any ditch or gully,Then run for rock cavesand cliff hideoutsTo hide from the terror of God,from his dazzling presence,When he assumes his full stature on earth,towering and terrifying.
22 Quit scraping and fawning over mere humans,so full of themselves, so full of hot air!Can’t you see there’s nothing to them?