From the rest he makes a god, his idol; he bows down to it and worships.1 He prays2 to it and says, "Save3 me; you are my god."
They know nothing, they understand4 nothing; their eyes5 are plastered over so they cannot see, and their minds closed so they cannot understand.
No one stops to think, no one has the knowledge or understanding6 to say, "Half of it I used for fuel;7 I even baked bread over its coals, I roasted meat and I ate. Shall I make a detestable8 thing from what is left? Shall I bow down to a block of wood?"920
He feeds on ashes,10 a deluded11 heart misleads him; he cannot save himself, or say, "Is not this thing in my right hand a lie?1213"