1 Bel crouches; Nebo cowers. Their idols are consigned to beasts and cattle.The images you carry are loaded,as a burden for the weary animal.
2 The gods cower; they crouch together;they are not able to rescue the burden,but they themselves go into captivity.
3 “Listen to Me, house of Jacob,all the remnant of the house of Israel,who have been sustained from the womb,carried along since birth.
4 I will be the same until your old age, and I will bear you up when you turn gray.I have made you, and I will carry you;I will bear and save you.
5 “Who will you compare Me or make Me equal to?Who will you measure Me with,so that we should be like each other?
6 Those who pour out their bags of goldand weigh out silver on scales —they hire a goldsmith and he makes it into a god.Then they kneel and bow down to it.
7 They lift it to their shoulder and bear it along; they set it in its place, and there it stands;it does not budge from its place. They cry out to it but it doesn’t answer;it saves no one from his trouble.