Psalms 115:8
Nor do they mutter through their throat, Like them are their makers, Every one who is trusting in them.
Nor do they mutter through their throat, Like them are their makers, Every one who is trusting in them.
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15 The idols of the nations `are' silver and gold, Work of the hands of man.
16 A mouth they have, and they speak not, Eyes they have, and they see not,
17 Ears they have, and they give not ear, Nose -- there is no breath in their mouth!
18 Like them are their makers, Every one who is trusting in them.
4 Their idols `are' silver and gold, work of man's hands,
5 A mouth they have, and they speak not, Eyes they have, and they see not,
9 Framers of a graven image `are' all of them emptiness, And their desirable things do not profit, And their own witnesses they `are', They see not, nor know, that they may be ashamed.
10 Who hath formed a god, And a molten image poured out -- not profitable?
11 Lo, all his companions are ashamed, As to artizans -- they `are' of men, All of them gather together, they stand up, They fear, they are ashamed together.
7 Their hands, but they handle not, Their feet, and they walk not;
8 And its land is full of idols, To the work of its hands it boweth itself, To that which its fingers have made,
9 O Israel, trust in Jehovah, `Their help and their shield `is' He.'
17 Brutish hath been every man by knowledge, Put to shame hath been every refiner by a graven image, For false `is' his molten image, And there is no breath in them.
18 Vanity `are' they -- work of errors, In the time of their inspection they perish.
14 Brutish is every man by knowledge, Put to shame is every refiner by a graven image, For false `is' his molten image. And there is no breath in them.
15 Vanity `are' they, work of erring ones, In the time of their inspection they perish.
17 Removed backward -- utterly ashamed, Are those trusting in a graven image, Those saying to a molten image, `Ye `are' our gods.'
18 What profit hath a graven image given That its former hath graven it? A molten image and teacher of falsehood, That trusted hath the former on his own formation -- to make dumb idols?
20 Doth man make for himself gods, And they -- no gods?
16 They have been ashamed, And they have even blushed -- all of them, Together gone in confusion have those carving images.
17 And its remnant for a god he hath made -- For his graven image, He falleth down to it, and worshippeth, And prayeth unto it, and he saith, `Deliver me, for my god thou `art'.'
18 They have not known, nor do they understand, For He hath daubed their eyes from seeing, Their heart from acting wisely.
8 And in one they are brutish and foolish, An instruction of vanities `is' the tree itself.
6 -- They are pouring out gold from a bag, And silver on the beam they weigh, They hire a refiner, and he maketh it a god, They fall down, yea, they bow themselves.
18 And unto whom do ye liken God, And what likeness do ye compare to Him?
19 The graven image poured out hath a artizan, And a refiner with gold spreadeth it over, And chains of silver he is refining.
20 He who is poor `by' heave-offerings, A tree not rotten doth choose, A skilful artizan he seeketh for it, To establish a graven image -- not moved.
8 And he looketh not unto the altars. The work of his own hands, And that which his own fingers made He seeth not -- the shrines and the images.
6 For even it `is' of Israel; an artificer made it, And it `is' not God, For the calf of Samaria is fragments!
5 Thus said Jehovah: Cursed `is' the man who doth trust in man, And hath made flesh his arm, And from Jehovah whose heart turneth.
8 Lo, ye are trusting for yourselves On the words of falsehood, so as not to profit.
7 Ashamed are all servants of a graven image, Those boasting themselves in idols, Bow yourselves to him, all ye gods.
19 so as to put their gods into fire -- for they `are' no gods, but work of the hands of man, wood and stone -- and they destroy them.
4 O the happiness of the man Who hath made Jehovah his trust, And hath not turned unto the proud, And those turning aside to lies.
7 For in that day despise doth each His idols of silver, and his idols of gold, That your hands made to you -- a sin.
1 A Song of the Ascents. Those trusting in Jehovah `are' as Mount Zion, It is not moved -- to the age it abideth.
8 Better to take refuge in Jehovah than to trust in man,
4 They have made kings, and not by Me, They have made princes, and I have not known, Their silver and their gold they have made to them idols, So that they are cut off.
11 Ye fearing Jehovah, trust in Jehovah, `Their help and their shield `is' He.'
41 `And they made a calf in those days, and brought a sacrifice to the idol, and were rejoicing in the works of their hands,
15 `Cursed `is' the man who maketh a graven and molten image, the abomination of Jehovah, work of the hands of an artificer, and hath put `it' in a secret place, -- and all the people have answered and said, Amen.
8 they have turned aside hastily from the way that I have commanded them; they have made for themselves a molten calf, and bow themselves to it, and sacrifice to it, and say, These thy gods, O Israel, who brought thee up out of the land of Egypt.'
28 and ye have served there gods, work of man's hands, wood and stone, which see not, nor hear, nor eat, nor smell.
29 `Lo, all of them `are' vanity, Nought `are' their works, Wind and emptiness their molten images!'
18 and have put their gods into fire, for they `are' no gods, but work of the hands of man, wood and stone, and destroy them.
8 `Thou dost not make to thee a graven image, any similitude which `is' in the heavens above, and which `is' in the earth beneath, and which `is' in the waters under the earth;
2 And now do they add to sin, And make to them a molten image of their silver, By their own understanding -- idols, A work of artizans -- all of it, Of them they say, who `are' sacrificers among men, `The calves let them kiss.'
15 And it hath been for man to burn, And he taketh of them, and becometh warm, Yea, he kindleth `it', and hath baked bread, Yea, he maketh a god, and boweth himself, He hath made it a graven image, And he falleth down to it.
37 And He hath said, Where `are' their gods -- The rock in which they trusted;