Isaiah 44:11
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.
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.
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16They have been ashamed, And they have even blushed -- all of them, Together gone in confusion have those carving images.
12He hath wrought iron `with' an axe, And hath wrought with coals, And with hammers doth form it, And doth work it by his powerful arm, Yea, he is hungry, and there is no power, He doth not drink water, and he is wearied.
9Framers 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.
10Who hath formed a god, And a molten image poured out -- not profitable?
17Brutish 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.
18Vanity `are' they -- work of errors, In the time of their inspection they perish.
14Brutish 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.
15Vanity `are' they, work of erring ones, In the time of their inspection they perish.
18And unto whom do ye liken God, And what likeness do ye compare to Him?
19The graven image poured out hath a artizan, And a refiner with gold spreadeth it over, And chains of silver he is refining.
20He 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.
18Like them are their makers, Every one who is trusting in them.
11Lo, all those displeased with thee, They are ashamed and blush, They are as nothing, yea, perish Do the men who strive with thee.
8Nor do they mutter through their throat, Like them are their makers, Every one who is trusting in them.
29`Lo, all of them `are' vanity, Nought `are' their works, Wind and emptiness their molten images!'
17Removed backward -- utterly ashamed, Are those trusting in a graven image, Those saying to a molten image, `Ye `are' our gods.'
9And all men fear, and declare the work of God, And His deed they have considered wisely.
8And in one they are brutish and foolish, An instruction of vanities `is' the tree itself.
9Spread-out silver from Tarshish is brought, And gold from Uphaz, Work of an artizan, and of the hands of a refiner, Blue and purple `is' their clothing, Work of the skilful -- all of them.
7Ashamed are all servants of a graven image, Those boasting themselves in idols, Bow yourselves to him, all ye gods.
26As the shame of a thief when he is found, So put to shame have been the house of Israel, They, their kings, their heads, And their priests, and their prophets,
4Their idols `are' silver and gold, work of man's hands,
15The idols of the nations `are' silver and gold, Work of the hands of man.
7And strengthen doth an artizan the refiner, A smoother `with' a hammer, Him who is beating `on' an anvil, Saying, `For joining it `is' good,' And he strengtheneth it with nails, it is not moved!
5All he made ashamed of a people that profit not, Neither for help, not for profit, But for shame, and also for reproach!
15And 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.
15-- Doth the axe glorify itself Against him who is hewing with it? Doth the saw magnify itself Against him who is shaking it? As a rod waving those lifting it up! As a staff lifting up that which is not wood!
24Lo, ye `are' of nothing, and your work of nought, An abomination -- it fixeth on you.
8And its land is full of idols, To the work of its hands it boweth itself, To that which its fingers have made,
9Wo `to' him who is striving with his Former, (A potsherd with potsherds of the ground!) Doth clay say to its Framer, `What dost thou?' And thy work, `He hath no hands?'
9Ashamed have been the wise, They have been affrighted, and are captured, Lo, against a word of Jehovah they kicked, And the wisdom of what -- have they?
13Lo, is it not from Jehovah of Hosts And peoples are fatigued for fire, And nations for vanity are weary?
9And ashamed have been makers of fine flax, And weavers of net-works.
20Doth man make for himself gods, And they -- no gods?
18What 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?
19Wo `to' him who is saying to wood, `Awake,' `Stir up,' to a dumb stone, It a teacher! lo, it is overlaid -- gold and silver, And there is no spirit in its midst.
26They are ashamed and confounded together, Who are rejoicing at my evil. They put on shame and confusion, Who are magnifying themselves against me.
15Lo, he doth diligently assemble without My desire, Who hath assembled near thee? By thee he falleth!
16Lo, I -- I have prepared an artizan, Blowing on a fire of coals, And bringing out an instrument for his work, And I have prepared a destroyer to destroy.
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.
16See do nations, and they are ashamed of all their might, They lay a hand on the mouth, their ears are deaf.
11O Jehovah, high `is' Thy hand -- they see not, They see the zeal of the people, and are ashamed, Also, the fire -- Thine adversaries, consumeth them.
7For in that day despise doth each His idols of silver, and his idols of gold, That your hands made to you -- a sin.
17They are ashamed and troubled for ever, Yea, they are confounded and lost.
29For `men' are ashamed because of the oaks That ye have desired, And ye are confounded because of the gardens That ye have chosen.
15`And with thee in abundance `are' workmen, hewers and artificers of stone and of wood, and every skilful man for every work.
16Thy beholders look to thee, to thee they attend, Is this the man causing the earth to tremble, Shaking kingdoms?
16Your perversion! as clay is the potter esteemed? That the work saith of its maker, `He hath not made me?' And the framed thing said of its framer, `He did not understand?'
10All of them answer and say unto thee, Even thou hast become weak like us! Unto us thou hast become like!
8And they have been troubled, Pains and pangs they take, As a travailing woman they are pained, A man at his friend they marvel, The appearance of flames -- their faces!