"To whom will you compare me or count me equal? To whom will you liken me that we may be compared?16
Some pour out gold from their bags and weigh out silver on the scales; they hire a goldsmith2 to make it into a god, and they bow down and worship it.37
They lift it to their shoulders and carry4 it; they set it up in its place, and there it stands. From that spot it cannot move.5 Though one cries out to it, it does not answer;6 it cannot save7 him from his troubles.
"Remember8 this, fix it in mind, take it to heart, you rebels.9