3 For the carvings of the nations are nonentities,wood cut from the forest,Fashioned by artisans with the adze,
4 adorned with silver and gold.With nails and hammers they are fastened,so they do not fall.
5 Like a scarecrow in a cucumber field are they,they cannot speak;They must be carried about,for they cannot walk.Do not fear them, they can do no harm,neither can they do good.
6 No one is like you, Lord,you are great,great and mighty is your name.
7 Who would not fear you,King of the nations,for it is your due!Among all the wisest of the nations,and in all their domains,there is none like you.
8 One and all they are stupid and senseless,the instruction from nonentities—only wood!
9 Silver plates brought from Tarshish,and gold from Ophir,The work of the artisanand the handiwork of the smelter,Clothed with violet and purple—all of them the work of skilled workers.