8 And their land is filled with valueless gods.+ To the work of one’s hands they bow down, to that which one’s fingers have made.+

7 They carry it upon the shoulder,+ they bear it and deposit it in its place that it may stand still. From its standing place it does not move away.+ One even cries out to it, but it does not answer; out of one’s distress it does not save one.+

18 Of what benefit has a carved image been,+ when the former of it has carved it, a molten statue, and an instructor in falsehood?+ when the former of its form has trusted in it,+ to the extent of making valueless gods* that are speechless?+