3 Hearken unto me, O house of Jacob, and all the remnant of the house of Israel, that have been borne 'by me' from their birth, that have been carried from the womb;
4 and even to old age I am he, and even to hoar hairs will I carry 'you'; I have made, and I will bear; yea, I will carry, and will deliver.
5 To whom will ye like me, and make me equal, and compare me, that we may be like?
6 Such as lavish gold out of the bag, and weigh silver in the balance, they hire a goldsmith, and he maketh it a god; they fall down, yea, they worship.
7 They bear it upon the shoulder, they carry it, and set it in its place, and it standeth, from its place shall it not remove: yea, one may cry unto it, yet can it not answer, nor save him out of his trouble.
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