For the customs of the people are
vain: for one
cutteth a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman, with the axe.
They deck it with silver and with gold; they fasten it with nails and with hammers, that it move not.
upright as the palm tree, but speak not: they must needs be borne, because they cannot go. Be not afraid of them; for they cannot do evil, neither also is it
in them to do good.
Forasmuch as there is
none like unto thee, O LORD; thou art
great, and thy name is
great in might.
Who would not fear thee, O King of nations? for to thee doth it appertain: forasmuch as among all the wise men
of the nations, and in all their kingdoms, there is
none like unto thee.
But they are altogether brutish and foolish: the stock is
a doctrine of vanities.
Silver spread into plates is brought from Tarshish, and gold from Uphaz, the work of the workman, and of the hands of the founder: blue and purple is
their clothing: they are
all the work of cunning men
But the LORD is
the true God, he is
the living God, and an everlasting king: at his wrath the earth shall tremble, and the nations shall not be able to abide his indignation.
Thus shall ye say unto them, The gods that have not made the heavens and the earth, even
they shall perish from the earth, and from under these heavens.
He hath made the earth by his power, he hath established the world by his wisdom, and hath stretched out the heavens by his discretion.
When he uttereth his voice, there is
a multitude of waters in the heavens, and he causeth the vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth; he maketh lightnings with rain, and bringeth forth the wind out of his treasures.
Every man is brutish in his
knowledge: every founder is confounded by the graven image: for his molten image is
falsehood, and there is
no breath in them.
the work of errors: in the time of their visitation they shall perish.
The portion of Jacob is
not like them: for he is
the former of all things
; and Israel is
the rod of his inheritance: The LORD of hosts is
Gather up thy wares out of the land, O inhabitant of the fortress.
For thus saith the LORD, Behold, I will sling out the inhabitants of the land at this once, and will distress them, that they may find it so
Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is
a grief, and I must bear it.
My tabernacle is spoiled, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they are
not: there is
none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains.
For the pastors are become brutish, and have not sought the LORD: therefore they shall not prosper, and all their flocks shall be scattered.