As my hand hath got to the kingdoms of a worthless thing, and their graven images, `Greater' than Jerusalem and than Samaria,
and they speak against the God of Jerusalem as against the gods of the peoples of the land -- work of the hands of man.
Thy hand cometh to all Thine enemies, Thy right hand doth find Thy haters.
And my hand as to a nest Getteth to the wealth of the peoples, And as a gathering of forsaken eggs All the earth I -- I have gathered, And there hath not been one moving wing, Or opening mouth, or whispering.'
so as to put their gods into fire -- for they `are' no gods, but work of the hands of man, wood and stone -- and they destroy them.