They made a calf at Horeb and bowed down to a cast image.

Thus they exchanged [the true God who was] their glory
For the image of an ox that eats grass.

Like a dream when one awakens, Lord, you will despise their image when you arise.

Let all who serve an image, be ashamed, They who boast themselves in things of nought, Bow down unto him, all ye gods.

Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, in vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.

O God, my heart is steadfast [with confident faith];
I will sing, I will sing praises, even with my soul.

As for me, I will behold Your face in righteousness; when I awake, I shall be satisfied with Your image.

Cast them away because of their wickedness. In wrath, God, cast down these people!