"This is the end for Babylon's gods! Bel and Nebo once were worshiped, but now they are loaded on donkeys, a burden for the backs of tired animals.
The idols cannot save themselves; they are captured and carried away. This is the end for Babylon's gods!
"Listen to me, descendants of Jacob, all who are left of my people. I have cared for you from the time you were born.
I am your God and will take care of you until you are old and your hair is gray. I made you and will care for you; I will give you help and rescue you.
"To whom will you compare me?" says the Lord. "Is there anyone else like me?
People open their purses and pour out gold; they weigh out silver on the scales. They hire a goldsmith to make a god; then they bow down and worship it.