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To whom will you liken Me, and make Me equal,
    and compare Me that we may be alike?
They lavish gold out of the bag,
    and weigh silver on the scales;
they hire a goldsmith, and he makes it a god;
    they fall down and worship it.
They lift it on the shoulder, they carry it,
    and they set it in its place, and it stands;
    from its place it does not move.
If one shall cry to it, it cannot answer
    nor save him out of his trouble.

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