 My people are bent on turning away from me. And though they call out to the most high, he shall not raise them up at all. I want to stop there. Do you hear the language of God toward his people? It's so tender. It's motherly. I taught them to walk. I carried them. I eased their yoke. I bent down and fed them. That's what we do as moms. We bend down and we feed our kids.