They know nothing, they understand1 nothing; their eyes2 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 understanding3 to say, "Half of it I used for fuel;4 I even baked bread over its coals, I roasted meat and I ate. Shall I make a detestable5 thing from what is left? Shall I bow down to a block of wood?"620
He feeds on ashes,7 a deluded8 heart misleads him; he cannot save himself, or say, "Is not this thing in my right hand a lie?910"