Bowed down hath Bel, stooping is Nebo, Their idols have been for the beast and for cattle, Your burdens are loaded, a burden to the weary.
They have stooped, they have bowed together, They have not been able to deliver the burden, And themselves into captivity have gone.
Hearken unto Me, O house of Jacob, And all the remnant of Israel, Who are borne from the belly, Who are carried from the womb,
Even to old age I [am] He, and to grey hairs I carry, I made, and I bear, yea, I carry and deliver.
To whom do ye liken Me, and make equal? And compare Me, that we may be like?
-- They are pouring out gold from a bag, And silver on the beam they weigh, They hire a refiner, and he maketh it a god, They fall down, yea, they bow themselves.