1 Bel bows down, Nebo stoops,their idols set upon beasts and cattle;They must be borne upon shoulders,a load for weary animals.
2 They stoop and bow down together;unable to deliver those who bear them,they too go into captivity.
3 Hear me, O house of Jacob,all the remnant of the house of Israel,My burden from the womb,whom I have carried since birth.
4 Even to your old age I am he,even when your hair is gray I will carry you;I have done this, and I will lift you up,I will carry you to safety.
5 To whom would you liken me as an equal,compare me, as though we were alike?