The Folly of Idolatry

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And unto whom do ye liken God, And what likeness do ye compare to Him?

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The graven image poured out hath a artisan, And a refiner with gold spreadeth it over, And chains of silver he is refining.

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He who is poor by heave-offerings, A tree not rotten doth choose, A skilful artisan he seeketh for it, To establish a graven image--not moved.

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Do ye not know--do ye not hear? Hath it not been declared from the first to you? Have ye not understood From the foundations of the earth?

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He who is sitting on the circle of the earth, And its inhabitants are as grasshoppers, He who is stretching out as a thin thing the heavens, And spreadeth them as a tent to dwell in.

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He who is making princes become nothing, Judges of earth as emptiness hath made;

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Yea, they have not been planted, Yea, they have not been sown, Yea, not taking root in the earth is their stock, And also He hath blown upon them, and they wither, And a whirlwind as stubble taketh them away.

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And unto whom do ye liken Me, And am I equal? saith the Holy One.

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Lift up on high your eyes, And see--who hath prepared these? He who is bringing out by number their host, To all of them by name He calleth, By abundance of strength (And he is strong in power) not one is lacking.

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