Bel is stooped, Nebo is bent over; their idols were for the animal and for the beast; your carried things, they are a burden, a load for the weary.

They are stooped, they are bent over together; they could not deliver the burden, and their soul went into captivity.

Hear me, house of Ya'aqov, and all the remnant of the house of Yisra'el, you who are burdened from the womb, carried from the belly.

And until old age I am He, and until gray hairs I will carry; I have made, and I will carry; I will carry and I will deliver.

To whom will you liken me, and make equal, and compare me, that we may be alike?

They pour out gold from a purse, and weigh silver with a scale; they hire a goldsmith, and he makes it into a Elohim; they bow down, yes, they prostrate themselves.

They carry it on a shoulder, they bear it, and they set it down beneath it; it stands from its place, it does not move; yes, they cry out to it, and it does not answer; from its distress, it does not save it.

Remember this, and be strong; bring back, transgressors, to the heart.

Remember the former things from of old, for I am elohim, and there is no other elohim, and none is like Me.

Declaring from the beginning the end, and from ancient times things not yet done; saying, My counsel will stand, and all my desire I will do.

Calling from the east a bird of prey, from a distant land a man of my counsel; yes, I have spoken, yes, I will bring it; I have formed, yes, I will do it.

Hear me, you stout of heart, you who are far from righteousness.

I have brought near my righteousness, it will not be far, and my salvation will not delay; and I will give in Tsiyon salvation, for Yisra'el my glory.