Isaiah 46

¹Bowed down hath Bel, stooping is Nebo, Their idols have been for the beast and for cattle, Your burdens are loaded, a burden to the weary. ²They have stooped, they have bowed together, They have not been able to deliver the burden, And themselves into captivity have gone. ³Hearken unto Me, O house of Jacob, And all the remnant of Israel, Who are borne from the belly, Who are carried from the womb, ⁴Even to old age I am He, and to grey hairs I carry, I made, and I bear, yea, I carry and deliver.

⁵To whom do ye liken Me, and make equal? And compare Me, that we may be like? ⁶ —They are pouring out gold from a bag, And silver on the beam they weigh, They hire a refiner, and he maketh it a god, They fall down, yea, they bow themselves. ⁷They lift him up on the shoulder, They carry him, and cause him to rest in his place, And he standeth, from his place he moveth not, Yea, one crieth unto him, and he answereth not, From his adversity he saveth him not. ⁸Remember this, and shew yourselves men, Turn it back, O transgressors, to the heart. ⁹Remember former things of old, For I am Mighty, and there is none else, God—and there is none like Me. ¹⁰Declaring from the beginning the latter end, And from of old that which hath not been done, Saying, ‘My counsel doth stand, And all My delight I do.’ ¹¹Calling from the east a ravenous bird, From a far land the man of My counsel, Yea, I have spoken, yea, I bring it in, I have formed it, yea, I do it. ¹²Hearken unto Me, ye mighty in heart, Who are far from righteousness. ¹³I have brought near My righteousness, It is not far off, And My salvation—it doth not tarry, And I have given in Zion salvation, To Israel My glory!

Chapter 47