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Even as you grow old and your hair turns gray,
    I’ll keep carrying you!
    I am your Maker and your Caregiver.
    I will carry you and be your Savior.
To whom can you compare me, the incomparable God?
    Have you found someone else like me?
The wealthy pour out their gold,[a]
    weigh out their silver in the scales,
    and hire a goldsmith who crafts it into a “god.”
    Then they bow down before it to worship it.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 46:6 Or “those who pour out gold from their purses.”