People imagine the divine as a demanding creditor, forever tallying what they owe in ritual and effort. But the charge here runs the other way. The complaint is not that too little was given. The whole transaction was never the point at all.
What is asked of a person is not endless tribute paid out of fear. Fear-bought devotion buys nothing. The account being kept is of the heart, not of the incense burned. A man can perform every observance and still have offered nothing, because he withheld the one thing that mattered, which was himself.