‘Come, gather together, and approach, you fugitives of the nations. Those who carry their wooden idols and pray to a god who cannot save have no knowledge.
So the king gave the order, and they brought Daniel and threw him into the lions’ den. The king said to Daniel, ‘May your God, whom you continually serve, rescue you! ’
Therefore I issue a decree that anyone of any people, nation, or language who says anything offensive against the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego will be torn limb from limb and his house made a rubbish dump. For there is no other god who is able to deliver like this.’
One day, while he was worshipping in the temple of his god Nisroch, his sons Adrammelech and Sharezer struck him down with the sword and escaped to the land of Ararat. Then his son Esar-haddon became king in his place.
So they took the bull that he gave them, prepared it, and called on the name of Baal from morning until noon, saying, ‘Baal, answer us! ’ But there was no sound; no one answered. Then they danced around the altar they had made.
Not only do we run a risk that our business may be discredited, but also that the temple of the great goddess Artemis may be despised and her magnificence come to the verge of ruin #– #the very one all of Asia and the world worship.’
A person can use it for fuel. He takes some of it and warms himself; also he kindles a fire and bakes bread; he even makes it into a god and worships it; he makes an idol from it and bows down to it.
He burns half of it in a fire, and he roasts meat on that half. He eats the roast and is satisfied. He warms himself and says, ‘Ah! I am warm, I see the blaze.’
Those who pour out their bags of gold and weigh out silver on scales – they hire a goldsmith and he makes it into a god. Then they kneel and bow down to it.
Now they continue to sin and make themselves a cast image, idols skilfully made from their silver, all of them the work of craftsmen. People say about them, ‘Let the men who sacrifice kiss the calves.’
say to a tree, ‘You are my father,’ and to a stone, ‘You gave birth to me.’ For they have turned their back to me and not their face, yet in their time of disaster they beg, ‘Rise up and save us! ’
Woe to him who says to wood: Wake up! or to mute stone: Come alive! Can it teach? Look! It may be plated with gold and silver, yet there is no breath in it at all.