The blacksmith1 takes a tool and works with it in the coals; he shapes an idol with hammers, he forges it with the might of his arm.2 He gets hungry and loses his strength; he drinks no water and grows faint.313
The carpenter4 measures with a line and makes an outline with a marker; he roughs it out with chisels and marks it with compasses. He shapes it in the form of man,5 of man in all his glory, that it may dwell in a shrine.614
He cut down cedars, or perhaps took a cypress or oak. He let it grow among the trees of the forest, or planted a pine,7 and the rain made it grow.
It is man's fuel8 for burning; some of it he takes and warms himself, he kindles a fire and bakes bread. But he also fashions a god and worships9 it; he makes an idol and bows10 down to it.
Half of the wood he burns in the fire; over it he prepares his meal, he roasts his meat and eats his fill. He also warms himself and says, "Ah! I am warm; I see the fire.11"
From the rest he makes a god, his idol; he bows down to it and worships.12 He prays13 to it and says, "Save14 me; you are my god."
They know nothing, they understand15 nothing; their eyes16 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 understanding17 to say, "Half of it I used for fuel;18 I even baked bread over its coals, I roasted meat and I ate. Shall I make a detestable19 thing from what is left? Shall I bow down to a block of wood?"2020
He feeds on ashes,21 a deluded22 heart misleads him; he cannot save himself, or say, "Is not this thing in my right hand a lie?2324"