Isaiah 46:1-7

Thomson(i) 1 Bel is fallen; Nabo is broken to pieces, Their graven images were a load for wild beasts and cattle, You are carrying them bound like a burden on the weary, fainty, and hungry, who are all without strength 2 and unable to escape from battle; and as for them, they are carried away captives! 3 Hearken to me house of Jacob and all ye remnant of Israel, who have been carried from the womb, and instructed from childhood to old age; 4 I am the self existent, even till you grow old, I am, I sustain you: I made you and I will bear with you; I will lift you up and I will save you. 5 To what have you likened me? Look! Contrive, ye wanderers! 6 Collecting gold from a bag, and silver by weight they will put it in a balance; and having hired a goldsmith they made handiworks and bowing themselves down they will worship them. 7 They carry it on the shoulder and move on; but if they set it in its place, there it remaineth. It cannot move itself. And if any one cry to it, it cannot hear, nor can it save him from evils.