13 O you who dwell by many waters, Abundant in treasures, Your end has come, The measure of your end.
14 The Lord of hosts has sworn by Himself: "Surely I will fill you with a population like locusts, And they will cry out with shouts of victory over you."
15 It is He who made the earth by His power, Who established the world by His wisdom, And by His understanding He stretched out the heavens.
16 When He utters His voice, there is a tumult of waters in the heavens, And He causes the clouds to ascend from the end of the earth; He makes lightning for the rain And brings forth the wind from His storehouses.
17 All mankind is stupid, devoid of knowledge; Every goldsmith is put to shame by his idols, For his molten images are deceitful, And there is no breath in them.
18 They are worthless, a work of mockery; In the time of their punishment they will perish.
19 The portion of Jacob is not like these; For the Maker of all is He, And of the tribe of His inheritance; The Lord of hosts is His name.