13 when he uttereth his voice, there is a tumult of waters in the heavens, and he causeth the vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth; he maketh lightnings for the rain, and bringeth forth the wind out of his treasuries.
14 Every man is become brutish and is without knowledge; every goldsmith is put to shame by his graven image: for his molten image is falsehood, and there is no breath in them.
15 They are vanity, a work of delusion: in the time of their visitation they shall perish.
16 The portion of Jacob is not like these; for he is the former of all things; and Israel is the tribe of his inheritance: the Lord of hosts is his name.
17 Gather up thy wares out of the land, O thou that abidest in the siege.
18 For thus saith the Lord, Behold, I will sling out the inhabitants of the land at this time, and will distress them, that they may feel it.
19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it.