Isaiah 46:1-7

The Voice

46 Bel and Nebo wobble and duck, as their images
    sway on the backs of oxen and donkeys—such a heavy burden
For the weary animals—as they are carried about.
² These “gods” bow and sink together, unable to escape the coming invasion;
    they march off into captivity.

³ Eternal One: Listen, you who count yourselves among Jacob’s descendants,
        all the remnant of Israel.
    It is you, not I, who have been carried from before you were born.
        Indeed, when you were still in the womb, I was taking care of you.
⁴     And when you are old, I will still be there, carrying you.
        When your limbs grow tired, your eyes are weak,
    And your hair a silvery gray, I will carry you as I always have.
        I will carry you and save you.

⁵     Does anyone compare to Me? Can you find any likeness?
        Who or what might be My equal or even close to Me?
⁶     What about those who use precious materials for gods—
        hiring artisans to carefully craft gold, silver, jewels,
    And exotic wood into a god—
        then they bow down and worship it!
⁷     Their god is a mere object. They have to lug it around on their shoulders
        before they can stand it up in its proper place.
    It just sits there, unmoving until they pick it up again.
        It never speaks, never answers.
        It cannot help them, no matter how desperate they are.