Who has measured the waters in the palm of a hand or gauged the heavens with a ruler or scooped the earth's dust up in a measuring cup or weighed the mountains on a scale and the hills in a balance?
Who directed the LORD's spirit and acted as God's advisor?
Whom did he consult for enlightenment? Who taught him the path of justice and knowledge and explained to him the way of understanding?
Look, the nations are like a drop in a bucket, and valued as dust on a scale. Look, God weighs the islands like fine dust.
Lebanon doesn't have enough fuel; its animals aren't enough for an entirely burned offering.
All the nations are like nothing before God. They are viewed as less than nothing and emptiness.
So to whom will you equate God; to what likeness will you compare him?
An idol? A craftsman pours it, a metalworker covers it with gold, and fashions silver chains.
The one who sets up an image chooses wood that won't rot and then seeks a skilled artisan to set up an idol that won't move.
Don't you know? Haven't you heard? Wasn't it announced to you from the beginning? Haven't you understood since the earth was founded?
God inhabits the earth's horizon— its inhabitants are like locusts— stretches out the skies like a curtain and spreads it out like a tent for dwelling.
God makes dignitaries useless and the earth's judges into nothing.
Scarcely are they planted, scarcely sown, scarcely is their shoot rooted in the earth when God breathes on them, and they dry up; the windstorm carries them off like straw.
So to whom will you compare me, and who is my equal? says the holy one.