¹⁷ And the rest of it he makes into a god. To blocks^[a] of wood he bows down, worships, prays, and says, “Save me, since you are my god.”

¹⁸ They don’t realize; they don’t understand, because their eyes are plastered over so they cannot see, and their minds, too, so they cannot understand. ¹⁹ No one stops to think. No one has the knowledge or understanding to think—yes to think!—^[b]“Half of it I burned in the fire. I even baked bread on its coals, and^[c] I roasted meat and ate it. And^[d] am I about to make detestable things^[e] from what is left? Am I about to bow down to blocks^[f] of wood?”