The god Bel falls down, god Nebo slumps. The no-god hunks of wood are loaded on mules And have to be hauled off, wearing out the poor mules -
Dead weight, burdens who can't bear burdens, hauled off to captivity.
"Listen to me, family of Jacob, everyone that's left of the family of Israel. I've been carrying you on my back from the day you were born,
And I'll keep on carrying you when you're old. I'll be there, bearing you when you're old and gray. I've done it and will keep on doing it, carrying you on my back, saving you.
"So to whom will you compare me, the Incomparable? Can you picture me without reducing me?
People with a lot of money hire craftsmen to make them gods. The artisan delivers the god, and they kneel and worship it!