At the sound of His giving a roar of waters in the heavens, He causes the mists to go up from the ends of the earth; He makes lightnings for the rain and brings forth the wind out of His storehouses.
And now they sin more and more, and they have made themselves a molten image of their silver, idols according to their understanding, all of it the work of the craftsmen. They say of them, Men who sacrifice, let them kiss calves.
Woe to the one who says to the wood, Awake! To a stone in silence, Rise up, it shall teach! Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver, but no breath is in its midst.