The idols of the nations are merely things of silver and gold, shaped by human hands.

外邦的偶像是金的，银的，是人手所造的；

外邦的偶像是金的，是银的，是人手所造的，

外邦的偶像是金的，是银的，是人手所造的，

外族人的神像是人用金银造的。

列国的偶像是金的银的，是人手所做的。

列国的偶像是银的、金的，是人手所做的：

外邦的偶像是金的，銀的，是人手所造的；

外邦的偶像是金的，是銀的，是人手所造的，

外邦的偶像是金的，是銀的，是人手所造的，

外族人的神像是人用金銀造的。

列國的偶像是金的銀的，是人手所做的。

列國的偶像是銀的、金的，是人的手造的。

列國的偶像是銀的、金的，是人手所造的：

異邦偶像、乃銀乃金、人手所造、

異邦之偶像、金銀而已、人手所雕作兮。

列國之偶像、或金或銀、為人手所造、

異邦之偶像。乃為金銀器。明明是死物。人工之所鑄。

The idols of the nations are silver and gold, made by human hands.

The statues of the nations’ gods are made out of silver and gold. They are made by human hands.

The idols of the nations are silver and gold, the work of human hands.

The idols of the nations are of silver and gold, made by human hands.

The idols of the nations are nothing but silver and gold, The work of human hands.

The idols of the nations are silver and gold, The work of men’s hands.

The idols of the nations are silver and gold, The work of men’s hands.

The idols of the nations are of silver and gold, made by human hands.

The idols of the heathen[ are] silver and gold, the work of men’s hands.

The nations’ idols are made of silver and gold, they are man-made.

The idols of the nations are silver and gold, the work of men’s hands.

Their idols are merely things of silver and gold, shaped by human hands.They have mouths but cannot speak, and eyes but cannot see.They have ears but cannot hear, and noses but cannot smell.They have hands but cannot feel, and feet but cannot walk, and throats but cannot make a sound.And those who make idols are just like them, as are all who trust in them.

Their ways are futile and foolish. They cut down a tree, and a craftsman carves an idol.They decorate it with gold and silver and then fasten it securely with hammer and nails so it won’t fall over.Their gods are like helpless scarecrows in a cucumber field! They cannot speak, and they need to be carried because they cannot walk. Do not be afraid of such gods, for they can neither harm you nor do you any good.”Lord, there is no one like you! For you are great, and your name is full of power.Who would not fear you, O King of nations? That title belongs to you alone! Among all the wise people of the earth and in all the kingdoms of the world, there is no one like you.People who worship idols are stupid and foolish. The things they worship are made of wood!They bring beaten sheets of silver from Tarshish and gold from Uphaz, and they give these materials to skillful craftsmen who make their idols. Then they dress these gods in royal blue and purple robes made by expert tailors.But the Lord is the only true God. He is the living God and the everlasting King! The whole earth trembles at his anger. The nations cannot stand up to his wrath.Say this to those who worship other gods:“ Your so called gods, who did not make the heavens and earth, will vanish from the earth and from under the heavens.”

And they have thrown the gods of these nations into the fire and burned them. But of course the Assyrians could destroy them! They were not gods at all— only idols of wood and stone shaped by human hands.

“ What good is an idol carved by man, or a cast image that deceives you? How foolish to trust in your own creation— a god that can’t even talk!What sorrow awaits you who say to wooden idols,‘ Wake up and save us!’ To speechless stone images you say,‘ Rise up and teach us!’ Can an idol tell you what to do? They may be overlaid with gold and silver, but they are lifeless inside.

There, in a foreign land, you will worship idols made from wood and stone— gods that neither see nor hear nor eat nor smell.

Some people pour out their silver and gold and hire a craftsman to make a god from it. Then they bow down and worship it!They carry it around on their shoulders, and when they set it down, it stays there. It can’t even move! And when someone prays to it, there is no answer. It can’t rescue anyone from trouble.

And since this is true, we shouldn’t think of God as an idol designed by craftsmen from gold or silver or stone.

Can he be compared to an idol formed in a mold, overlaid with gold, and decorated with silver chains?Or if people are too poor for that, they might at least choose wood that won’t decay and a skilled craftsman to carve an image that won’t fall down!

How foolish are those who manufacture idols. These prized objects are really worthless. The people who worship idols don’t know this, so they are all put to shame.Who but a fool would make his own god— an idol that cannot help him one bit?All who worship idols will be disgraced along with all these craftsmen— mere humans— who claim they can make a god. They may all stand together, but they will stand in terror and shame.The blacksmith stands at his forge to make a sharp tool, pounding and shaping it with all his might. His work makes him hungry and weak. It makes him thirsty and faint.Then the wood carver measures a block of wood and draws a pattern on it. He works with chisel and plane and carves it into a human figure. He gives it human beauty and puts it in a little shrine.He cuts down cedars; he selects the cypress and the oak; he plants the pine in the forest to be nourished by the rain.Then he uses part of the wood to make a fire. With it he warms himself and bakes his bread. Then— yes, it’s true— he takes the rest of it and makes himself a god to worship! He makes an idol and bows down in front of it!He burns part of the tree to roast his meat and to keep himself warm. He says,“ Ah, that fire feels good.”Then he takes what’s left and makes his god: a carved idol! He falls down in front of it, worshiping and praying to it.“ Rescue me!” he says.“ You are my god!”Such stupidity and ignorance! Their eyes are closed, and they cannot see. Their minds are shut, and they cannot think.The person who made the idol never stops to reflect,“ Why, it’s just a block of wood! I burned half of it for heat and used it to bake my bread and roast my meat. How can the rest of it be a god? Should I bow down to worship a piece of wood?”The poor, deluded fool feeds on ashes. He trusts something that can’t help him at all. Yet he cannot bring himself to ask,“ Is this idol that I’m holding in my hand a lie?”