1 Bel bows down, Nebo stoops low;their idols are borne by beasts of burden.The images that are carried about are burdensome,a burden for the weary.
2 They stoop and bow down together;unable to rescue the burden,they themselves go off into captivity.
3 ‘Listen to me, you descendants of Jacob,all the remnant of the people of Israel,you whom I have upheld since your birth,and have carried since you were born.
4 Even to your old age and grey hairsI am he, I am he who will sustain you.I have made you and I will carry you;I will sustain you and I will rescue you.
5 ‘With whom will you compare me or count me equal?To whom will you liken me that we may be compared?
6 Some pour out gold from their bagsand weigh out silver on the scales;they hire a goldsmith to make it into a god,and they bow down and worship it.