¹² He hath wrought iron `with' an axe, And hath wrought with coals, And with hammers doth form it, And doth work it by his powerful arm, Yea, he is hungry, and there is no power, He doth not drink water, and he is wearied.

¹⁹ The graven image poured out hath a artizan, And a refiner with gold spreadeth it over, And chains of silver he is refining.

⁶ Each his neighbour they help, And to his brother he saith, `Be strong.'

⁷ And strengthen doth an artizan the refiner, A smoother `with' a hammer, Him who is beating `on' an anvil, Saying, `For joining it `is' good,' And he strengtheneth it with nails, it is not moved!

⁶ -- They are pouring out gold from a bag, And silver on the beam they weigh, They hire a refiner, and he maketh it a god, They fall down, yea, they bow themselves.

⁷ They lift him up on the shoulder, They carry him, and cause him to rest in his place, And he standeth, from his place he moveth not, Yea, one crieth unto him, and he answereth not, From his adversity he saveth him not.

⁴ and he receiveth from their hand, and doth fashion it with a graving tool, and doth make it a molten calf, and they say, `These thy gods, O Israel, who brought thee up out of the land of Egypt.'

⁸ they have turned aside hastily from the way that I have commanded them; they have made for themselves a molten calf, and bow themselves to it, and sacrifice to it, and say, These thy gods, O Israel, who brought thee up out of the land of Egypt.'

³ For the statutes of the peoples are vanity, For a tree from a forest hath one cut, Work of the hands of an artificer, with an axe,

⁴ With silver and with gold they beautify it, With nails and with hammers they fix it, And it doth not stumble.

⁵ As a palm they `are' stiff, and they speak not, They are surely borne, for they step not, Be not afraid of them, for they do no evil, Yea, also to do good is not in them.

⁶ Because there is none like Thee, O Jehovah, Great `art' Thou, and great Thy name in might.

⁷ Who doth not fear Thee, king of the nations? For to Thee it is becoming, For among all the wise of the nations, And in all their kingdom there is none like Thee.

⁸ And in one they are brutish and foolish, An instruction of vanities `is' the tree itself.

⁹ Spread-out silver from Tarshish is brought, And gold from Uphaz, Work of an artizan, and of the hands of a refiner, Blue and purple `is' their clothing, Work of the skilful -- all of them.

¹⁰ And Jehovah `is' a God of truth, He `is' a living God, and a king age-during, From His wrath shake doth the earth, And nations endure not His indignation.

¹¹ Thus do ye say to them, The gods Who the heavens and earth have not made, They do perish from the earth, And from under these heavens.

¹³ Lo, is it not from Jehovah of Hosts And peoples are fatigued for fire, And nations for vanity are weary?