The image, hath been cast by an artificer, And a goldsmith, with gold, overlayeth it, - And, chains of silver, he worketh.

They have drawn back They turn very pale Who have been trusting in a graven image, - Who have been saying to a molten image, Ye, are our gods!

therefore told I thee - in time past, Ere yet it came, I let thee hear, - Lest thou shouldest say Mine idol wrought them, Yea, my carved image and my molten image, commanded them!

Then will ye defile - The overlaying of thy graven images of silver, And the coating of thy molten image, of gold, - Thou wilt cash them away, as a woman the token of her sickness, Begone! shalt thou say thereto,

The needy offerer, of a tree that will not rot, maketh choice, - A skilled artificer, seeketh he out for himself to construct an image that shall not totter,

The fashioners of an image - all of them, are emptiness, And, the things they delight in, cannot profit, - And, their, witnesses, they, neither see nor know, That they may be ashamed.

Who hath fashioned a GOD, Oran image, hath molten? It cannot profit!

So it serveth for a man to burn, And he hath taken of the branches and warmed himself, Also he kindleth a fire, and baketh bread, - Also he maketh a GOD, and hath bowed himself down, Hath made of it a carved image, and adored it:

And the residue thereof, Into a GOD, he maketh, Into his carved image, - Adoreth it, and boweth down and prayeth unto it, And saith Deliver me, for, my GOD, thou art!

Assemble yourselves and come Draw near together, ye escaped of the nations, - They know not Who carry the wood of their carved image, And pray unto a GOD who cannot save.