Isaiah 40:18–25

¹⁸And unto whom do ye liken God, And what likeness do ye compare to Him? ¹⁹The graven image poured out hath a artisan, And a refiner with gold spreadeth it over, And chains of silver he is refining. ²⁰He who is poor by heave-offerings, A tree not rotten doth choose, A skilful artisan he seeketh for it, To establish a graven image—not moved. ²¹Do ye not know—do ye not hear? Hath it not been declared from the first to you? Have ye not understood From the foundations of the earth? ²²He who is sitting on the circle of the earth, And its inhabitants are as grasshoppers, He who is stretching out as a thin thing the heavens, And spreadeth them as a tent to dwell in. ²³He who is making princes become nothing, Judges of earth as emptiness hath made; ²⁴Yea, they have not been planted, Yea, they have not been sown, Yea, not taking root in the earth is their stock, And also He hath blown upon them, and they wither, And a whirlwind as stubble taketh them away. ²⁵And unto whom do ye liken Me, And am I equal? saith the Holy One.