1Bowed 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.
2They have stooped, they have bowed together, They have not been able to deliver the burden, And themselves into captivity have gone.
3Hearken unto Me, O house of Jacob, And all the remnant of Israel, Who are borne from the belly, Who are carried from the womb,
4Even to old age I [am] He, and to grey hairs I carry, I made, and I bear, yea, I carry and deliver.
5To whom do ye liken Me, and make equal? And compare Me, that we may be like?
6-- 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.
7They lift him up on the shoulder, They carry him, and cause him to rest in his place, And he standeth, from his place he moveth not, Yea, one crieth unto him, and he answereth not, From his adversity he saveth him not.
