1 Bel bows down, Nebo stoops;Their idols were on the beasts and on the cattle.Your carriages were heavily loaded,A burden to the weary beast.
2 They stoop, they bow down together;They could not deliver the burden,But have themselves gone into captivity.
3 “Listen to Me, O house of Jacob,And all the remnant of the house of Israel,Who have been upheld by Me from birth,Who have been carried from the womb:
4 Even to your old age, I am He,And even to gray hairs I will carry you!I have made, and I will bear;Even I will carry, and will deliver you.
5 “To whom will you liken Me, and make Me equalAnd compare Me, that we should be alike?
6 They lavish gold out of the bag,And weigh silver on the scales;They hire a goldsmith, and he makes it a god;They prostrate themselves, yes, they worship.