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To whom will you liken Me,
or make Me equal or compare Me,
that we should be alike?
They lavish gold from a purse
and weigh out silver on the scales.
They hire a goldsmith so he makes a god.
They bow down. Yes, they worship it.
They lift it upon a shoulder and carry it.
They set in its place and there it stands.
It does not budge from its place.
Even if one cry to it, it cannot answer,
    nor save anyone from his trouble.”

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