Like them are their makers, Every one who is trusting in them.
Nor do they mutter through their throat, Like them are their makers, Every one who is trusting in them.
Ashamed are all servants of a graven image, Those boasting themselves in idols, Bow yourselves to him, all ye gods.
Removed backward -- utterly ashamed, Are those trusting in a graven image, Those saying to a molten image, `Ye `are' our gods.'
And in one they are brutish and foolish, An instruction of vanities `is' the tree itself.
in whom the god of this age did blind the minds of the unbelieving, that there doth not shine forth to them the enlightening of the good news of the glory of the Christ, who is the image of God;