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.

As a dream, when one awaketh, wilt thou, Lord, on arising despise their image.

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

Let all who serve an image be ashamed, those who boast about idols. Worship him, all you 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.