19 An idol? A craftsman pours it,a metalworker covers it with gold,and fashions silver chains.
20 The one who sets up an image chooses wood that won’t rotand then seeks a skilled artisanto set up an idol that won’t move.
21 Don’t you know? Haven’t you heard?Wasn’t it announced to you from the beginning?Haven’t you understood since the earth was founded?
22 God inhabits the earth’s horizon—its inhabitants are like locusts—stretches out the skies like a curtainand spreads it out like a tent for dwelling.
23 God makes dignitaries uselessand the earth’s judges into nothing.
24 Scarcely are they planted, scarcely sown,scarcely is their shoot rooted in the earthwhen God breathes on them, and they dry up;the windstorm carries them off like straw.
25 So to whom will you compare me,and who is my equal? says the holy one.