Isaiah

¹ Bel crouches; Nebo cowers.

Their idols weigh down beasts and cattle.

The images you carry are burdensome,

a load to the weary animal.

² The gods cower; they crouch together,

unable to relieve the burden;

but they themselves go into captivity.

³ “Listen to Me, O house of Jacob,

all the remnant of the house of Israel,

who have been sustained from the womb,

carried along since birth.

⁴ Even to your old age, I will be the same,

and I will bear you up when you turn gray.

I have made you, and I will carry you;

I will sustain you and deliver you.

⁵ To whom will you liken Me or count Me equal?

To whom will you compare Me, that we should be alike?

⁶ They pour out their bags of gold

and weigh out silver on scales;

they hire a goldsmith to fashion it into a god,

so they can bow down and worship.

⁷ They lift it to their shoulder

and carry it along;

they set it in its place, and there it stands,

not budging from that spot.

They cry out to it, but it does not answer;

it saves no one from his troubles.

⁸ Remember this and be brave;

take it to heart, you transgressors!

⁹ Remember what happened long ago,

for I am God, and there is no other;

I am God, and there is none like Me.

¹⁰ I declare the end from the beginning,

and ancient times from what is still to come.

I say, ‘My purpose will stand,

and all My good pleasure I will accomplish.’

¹¹ I summon a bird of prey from the east,

a man for My purpose from a far-off land.

Truly I have spoken,

and truly I will bring it to pass.

I have planned it,

and I will surely do it.

¹² Listen to Me, you stubborn people,

far removed from righteousness:

¹³ I am bringing My righteousness near;

it is not far away, and My salvation will not be delayed.

I will grant salvation to Zion

and adorn Israel with My splendor.