And it came to pass at noon, that Elijah mocked them, and said, Cry aloud: for he is a god; either he is talking, or he is on a chase, or he is on a journey, or perhaps he is sleeping, and must be awaked.
And the rest of it he makes into a god, even his sculptured image: he bows down to it, and worships it, and prays to it, and says, Deliver me; for you are my god.
Will the LORD be pleased with thousands of rams, or with ten thousands of rivers of oil? shall I give my firstborn for my transgression, the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?