"But whereare your godsWhichyou madefor yourself? Let them arise,ifthey can saveyou In the timeof your trouble;For [according to] the numberof your citiesAre your gods,O Judah.
Now Elishasaidto the kingof Israel,"Whatdo I have to do with you? Goto the prophetsof your fatherand to the prophetsof your mother."And the kingof Israelsaidto him, "No,for the LORDhas calledthesethreekings[together] to givethem into the handof Moab."
"Gatheryourselves and come;Drawneartogether,you fugitivesof the nations;They havenoknowledge,Who carryabout their woodenidolAnd prayto a godwho cannotsave.
They stoopedover,they have boweddowntogether;They couldnot rescuethe burden,But have themselvesgoneinto captivity.
"They liftit upon the shoulder[and] carryit; They setit in its placeand it stands[there]. It does not movefrom its place.Thoughone may cryto it, it cannotanswer;It cannotdeliverhim from his distress.
"When you cryout, let your collection[of idols] deliveryou. But the windwill carryallof them up, [And] a breathwill take[them away]. But he who takesrefugein Me will inheritthe landAnd will possessMy holymountain."
"I will pronounceMy judgmentson them concerningalltheir wickedness,wherebythey have forsakenMe and have offeredsacrificesto othergods,and worshipedthe worksof their own hands.
"Then the citiesof Judahand the inhabitantsof Jerusalemwill goand cryto the godsto whomthey burnincense,but they surelywill not savethem in the timeof their disaster.
"For your godsare as manyas your cities,O Judah;and as manyas the streetsof Jerusalemare the altarsyou have setup to the shamefulthing,altarsto burnincenseto Baal.
Alas!for that dayis great,Thereis nonelikeit; And it is the timeof Jacob'sdistress,But he will be savedfrom it.
"Wherethen are your prophetswhoprophesiedto you, saying,The kingof Babylonwill not comeagainstyou or againstthisland'?
Israelis a luxuriantvine;He producesfruitfor himself. The morehis fruit,The morealtarshe made;The richerhis land,The betterhe madethe [sacred] pillars.
"Whatprofitis the idolwhenits makerhas carvedit, [Or] an image,a teacherof falsehood?For [its] makertrustsin his [own] handiworkWhen he fashionsspeechlessidols.
"Woeto him who saysto a [piece of] wood,Awake!'To a mutestone,'Arise!'[And] that is [your] teacher?Behold,it is overlaidwith goldand silver,And thereis nobreathat allinsideit.
"And He will say,Whereare their gods,The rockin which they soughtrefuge?
"Goand cryout to the godswhichyou have chosen;let them deliveryou in the timeof your distress."
