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?
6 There are those who pour out gold from a purseand weigh out silver on the scales;They hire a goldsmith to make it into a godbefore which they bow down in worship.
7 They lift it to their shoulders to carry;when they set it down, it stays,and does not move from the place.They cry out to it, but it cannot answer;it delivers no one from distress.
8 Remember this and be firm,take it to heart, you rebels;