Isaias

XLVI. 1 Bel croucheth down, Nebo stoopeth; their idols are for beast and cattle; the things ye carried are borne heavily, a burden to the weary.

2 They stoop, they crouch together; they cannot deliver the burden, their soul is gone into captivity.

3 Hearken unto me, O house of Jacob, and all the remnant of the house of Israel: which are heavily borne from the womb, which are carried from the bosom:

4 And to old age I am he, and to grey hairs I will support; I have made, and I will carry; and I will support, and will deliver you.

5 To whom will ye liken me, and make me equal, and compare me, and we shall be like?

6 They that pour forth gold from the bag, and weigh silver with the balance; they hire a goldsmith, and he maketh it a god: they fall down, yea, they bow themselves.

7 They lift him upon the shoulder; they support him, they set him in his place, and he standeth; he moveth not from his place; yea, one shall cry unto him, and he shall not answer, he shall not save him from his distress,

8 Remember this, and stand firm; recall it to mind, O ye rebels.

9 Remember the first things of old: for I am God, and there is none else; God, and there is none like me.

10 Declaring the after-things from the beginning, and from of old what is not done; saying, My purpose shall stand, and I will do all my pleasure:

11 Calling a bird of prey from the east, the man of his counsel from a far country: yea, I have spoken, yea, I will bring it to pass: I have purposed it, I will also do it.

12 Hearken unto me, ye stout of heart, that are far from righteousness;

13 I bring near my righteousness: it shall not be far off, and my salvation shall not tarry; and I will give in Zion salvation, for Israel my glory.