1 Bel is fallen, and Nebo is broken down: whose images were a burden for the beasts and cattle, to overladen them, and to make them weary. 2 They are sunk down, and fallen together; for they may not ease them of their burden, therefore must they go into captivity.
3 Hearken unto me, O house of Jacob, and all ye that remain yet of the household of Israel, whom I have borne from your mother's womb, and brought you up from your birth, till ye were grown: 4 I, I which shall bear you unto your last age, I have made you; I will also nourish you, bear you and save you.
5 Whom will ye make me like, in fashion or image, that I may be like him? 6 Ye fools, no doubt, will take out silver and gold out of your purses, and weigh it, and hire a goldsmith to make a god of it, that men may kneel down and worship it. 7 Yet must he be taken on men's shoulders and borne, and set in his place, that he may stand and not move. Alas that men should cry unto him, which giveth no answer; and delivereth not the man that calleth upon him, from his trouble.
8 Consider this well, and be ashamed. Go into your own selves, O ye renegades. 9 Remember the things which are past, since the beginning of the world: that I am God, and that there is else no God, yea, and that there is nothing like unto me. 10 In the beginning of a thing, I show the end thereof: and I tell before, things that are not yet come to pass. With one word is my device accomplished, and fulfilleth all my pleasure. 11 I call a bird out of the East, and all that I take in hand, out of far countries, as soon as I command, I bring it hither: as soon as I think to devise a thing, I do it. 12 Hear me, O ye that are of a high stomach, but far from righteousness: 13 I shall bring forth my righteousness. It is not far, and my health shall not tarry long away. I will lay health in Zion, and give Israel my glory.