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1 Hear ye the word which the LORD speaketh unto you, O house of Is­rael: 2 Thus saith the LORD, Learn not the way of the hea­then, and be not dis­mayed at the signs of heav­en; for the hea­then are dis­mayed at them. 3 For the cus­toms of the peo­ple are vain: for one cut­teth a tree out of the for­est, the work of the hands of the work­man, with the axe. 4 They deck it with sil­ver and with gold; they fas­ten it with nails and with ham­mers, that it move not. 5 They are up­right as the palm tree, but speak not: they must needs be borne, be­cause they can­not go. Be not afraid of them; for they can­not do evil, nei­ther also is it in them to do good. 6 Foras­much as there is none like unto thee, O LORD; thou art great, and thy name is great in might. 7 Who would not fear thee, O King of na­tions? for to thee doth it ap­per­tain: foras­much as among all the wise men of the na­tions, and in all their king­doms, there is none like unto thee. 8 But they are al­to­geth­er brutish and fool­ish: the stock is a doc­trine of van­i­ties. 9 Sil­ver spread into plates is brought from Tarshish, and gold from Up­haz, the work of the work­man, and of the hands of the founder: blue and pur­ple is their cloth­ing: they are all the work of cun­ning men. 10 But the LORD is the true God, he is the liv­ing God, and an ev­er­last­ing king: at his wrath the earth shall trem­ble, and the na­tions shall not be able to abide his in­dig­na­tion. 11 Thus shall ye say unto them, The gods that have not made the heav­ens and the earth, even they shall per­ish from the earth, and from un­der these heav­ens. 12 He hath made the earth by his pow­er, he hath es­tab­lished the world by his wis­dom, and hath stretched out the heav­ens by his dis­cre­tion. 13 When he ut­tereth his voice, there is a mul­ti­tude of wa­ters in the heav­ens, and he causeth the vapours to as­cend from the ends of the earth; he maketh light­nings with rain, and bringeth forth the wind out of his trea­sures. 14 Ev­ery man is brutish in his knowl­edge: ev­ery founder is con­found­ed by the graven im­age: for his molten im­age is false­hood, and there is no breath in them. 15 They are van­i­ty, and the work of er­rors: in the time of their vis­i­ta­tion they shall per­ish. 16 The por­tion of Ja­cob is not like them: for he is the for­mer of all things; and Is­rael is the rod of his in­her­i­tance: The LORD of hosts is his name. 17 Gath­er up thy wares out of the land, O in­hab­i­tant of the fortress. 18 For thus saith the LORD, Be­hold, I will sling out the in­hab­i­tants of the land at this once, and will dis­tress them, that they may find it so. 19 Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Tru­ly this is a grief, and I must bear it. 20 My taber­na­cle is spoiled, and all my cords are bro­ken: my chil­dren are gone forth of me, and they are not: there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my cur­tains. 21 For the pas­tors are be­come brutish, and have not sought the LORD: there­fore they shall not pros­per, and all their flocks shall be scat­tered. 22 Be­hold, the noise of the bruit is come, and a great com­mo­tion out of the north coun­try, to make the cities of Ju­dah des­o­late, and a den of drag­ons. 23 O LORD, I know that the way of man is not in him­self: it is not in man that walketh to di­rect his steps. 24 O LORD, cor­rect me, but with judg­ment; not in thine anger, lest thou bring me to noth­ing. 25 Pour out thy fury upon the hea­then that know thee not, and upon the fam­i­lies that call not on thy name: for they have eat­en up Ja­cob, and de­voured him, and con­sumed him, and have made his habi­ta­tion des­o­late.