00:00His arms crossed.
00:01Shout louder!
00:05Perhaps he is deep in thought, or busy, or away on a trip.
00:11Perhaps he's asleep, and someone has to wake him.
00:19The priests heard, and despair turned into frenzy.
00:24They drew the curved knives from their belts, and ran the blades across their own arms, chests, and thighs.
00:33Bahol! Bahol! Answer us!
00:43Bahol! Answer us!
00:48Bahol! Answer us!
00:50Bahol! Answer us!
00:51Bahol! Answer us!
00:52Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
00:55Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
00:58Not a cloud!
01:00Not a sign!
01:02Not a cloud!
01:04Not a sign!
01:08And there was no voice.
01:11No answer.
01:12No one to hear.
01:15The altar of Baal remained cold.
01:22What?
01:27What?
01:27What?
01:28What?
01:29What?
01:30What?
01:32What?
01:38Come near to me!
01:46he went over to a heap of blackened stones half buried in the ground all that remained of an
01:53altar to the Lord that someone at some point had toppled he knelt he lifted a stone with
02:01both hands carried at three paces and set it on the ground another another 12 one for each tribe you
02:14are still a people even broken fill four jars with water and pour it over the offering and over the
02:36wood again a third time the water ran over the 12 stones soaked the wood filled the trench to the
02:52brim and overflowed
