3For the statutes of the peoples are vanity, For a tree from a forest hath one cut, Work of the hands of an artificer, with an axe,
4With silver and with gold they beautify it, With nails and with hammers they fix it, And it doth not stumble.
5As a palm they [are] stiff, and they speak not, They are surely borne, for they step not, Be not afraid of them, for they do no evil, Yea, also to do good is not in them.
6Because there is none like Thee, O Jehovah, Great [art] Thou, and great Thy name in might.
7Who doth not fear Thee, king of the nations? For to Thee it is becoming, For among all the wise of the nations, And in all their kingdom there is none like Thee.
8And in one they are brutish and foolish, An instruction of vanities [is] the tree itself.
9Spread-out silver from Tarshish is brought, And gold from Uphaz, Work of an artizan, and of the hands of a refiner, Blue and purple [is] their clothing, Work of the skilful -- all of them.
