All the nations amount to nothing in his presence. He considers them less than nothing and worthless.
To whom, then, can you compare God? To what statue can you compare him?
Craftsmen make idols. Goldsmiths cover them with gold. Silversmiths make silver chains for them.
The poorest people choose wood that will not rot and search out skillful craftsmen to set up idols that will not fall over.
Don't you know? Haven't you heard? Haven't you been told from the beginning? Don't you understand the foundations of the earth?
God is enthroned above the earth, and those who live on it are like grasshoppers. He stretches out the sky like a canopy and spreads it out like a tent to live in.
He makes rulers unimportant and makes earthly judges worth nothing.
They have hardly been planted. They have hardly been sown. They have hardly taken root in the ground. Then he blows on them and they wither, and a windstorm sweeps them away like straw.
"To whom, then, can you compare me? Who is my equal?" asks the Holy One.
Look at the sky and see. Who created these things? Who brings out the stars one by one? He calls them all by name. Because of the greatness of his might and the strength of his power, not one of them is missing.
Jacob, why do you complain? Israel, why do you say, "My way is hidden from the LORD, and my rights are ignored by my God"?