Bible Verses About Idolatry

Who has counted the handfuls of water in the sea, measured off the sky with a ruler, gauged how much dust there is on the earth, weighed the mountains on scales, or the hills in a balance?

Who has measured the Spirit of ADONAI? Who has been his counselor, instructing him?

Whom did he consult, to gain understanding? Who taught him how to judge, taught him what he needed to know, showed him how to discern?

The nations are like a drop in a bucket, they count like a grain of dust on the scales. The islands weigh as little as specks of dust.

The L'vanon would not suffice for fuel or its animals be enough for burnt offerings.

Before him all the nations are like nothing. He regards them as less than nothing.

With whom, then, will you compare God? By what standard will you evaluate him?

An image made by a craftsman, which a goldsmith overlays with gold, for which he then casts silver chains?

A man too poor to afford an offering chooses a piece of wood that won't rot, then seeks out a skilled artisan to prepare an image that won't fall over.

Don't you know? Don't you hear? Haven't you been told from the start? Don't you understand how the earth is set up?

He who sits above the circle of the earth - for whom its inhabitants appear like grasshoppers - stretches out the heavens like a curtain, spreads them out like a tent to live in.

He reduces princes to nothing, the rulers of the earth to emptiness.

Scarcely are they planted, scarcely sown, scarcely their stem taken root in the ground, when he blows on them, they dry up, and the whirlwind carries them off like straw.

"With whom, then, will you compare me? With whom am I equal?" asks the Holy One.

Turn your eyes to the heavens! See who created these? He brings out the army of them in sequence, summoning each by name. Through his great might and his massive strength, not one of them is missing.

state what will happen in the future, so that we can know you are gods. At least, do something, either good or bad - anything, to make us awestruck and fearful!

You can't! - because you are less than nothing. Whoever chooses you is an abomination!

Who said this at the start, so we could know, or foretold it, so we could say, "He's right"? In fact, no one said it; no one foretold it - the fact is, nobody hears what you say.

I am the first to declare it to Tziyon, to send Yerushalayim a messenger with good news.

But when I look around, there is no one - not a single one can give counsel, who, when I ask, can give an answer.

Look at them all! What they do is nothing! Their idols are so much wind and waste.

All idol-makers amount to nothing; their precious productions profit no one; and their witnesses, to their own shame, neither see nor understand.

Who would fashion a god or cast an image that profits no one anything?

All involved will be ashamed, but more than anyone else, the people who made them. Let them all be assembled, let them stand up; let them fear and be shamed together.

A blacksmith makes a tool over burning coals; with his strong arm he shapes it with hammers. But when he gets hungry, his strength fails; if he doesn't drink water, he grows tired.