Chapter 10. Hear the word which the Lord speaks to You o House of Israel Thus says the Lord Do not learn the way of the Gentiles do Not be dismayed at the signs of Heaven For the Gentiles are dismayed at them For the customs of the peoples are Futile For one cuts a tree from the forest The work of the hands of the Workman With the ax They decorate it with silver and gold They fasten it with nails and hammers so That it will not topple They are upright like a palm tree and They cannot speak They must be carried because they cannot Go by themselves Do not be afraid of them For they cannot do evil nor can they do Any good Inasmuch as there is none Like You O Lord you are great and your name is Great in might Who would not fear You O King of the Nations For this is your rightful due For among all the wise men of the Nations and in all their kingdoms there Is none like you But they are all together dull-hearted And foolish A wooden Idol is a worthless Doctrine
Silver is beaten into plates it is Brought from tarshish and gold from Eufas The work of the Craftsmen and of the Hands of the metalsmith Blue and purple are their clothing They are all the work of skillful men But the Lord is the true God He is the Living God and the Everlasting King At his wrath the Earth will tremble and The Nations will not be able to endure His indignation Thus you shall say to them The gods that have not made the heavens And the Earth Shall Perish from the Earth and from under these heavens He has made the Earth by his power He has established the World by his Wisdom And has stretched out the heavens at his Discretion When he utters his voice there is a Multitude of waters in the heavens And he causes the vapors to ascend from The ends of the Earth He makes lightning for the rain he Brings the wind out of his treasuries Everyone is dull-hearted without Knowledge Every metalsmith is put to shame by an Image For his molded image is falsehood and There is no breath in them
They are futile a work of errors In the time of their punishment they Shall Perish The portion of Jacob is not like them For he is the maker of all things and Israel is the tribe of his inheritance The Lord of hosts is his name Gather up your wares from the land o Inhabitants of the Fortress For thus says the Lord Behold I will throw out at this time the Inhabitants of the land And will distrust them that they may Find it so Woe is me for my hurt My wound is severe But I say Truly this is an infirmity and I must Bear it My tent is plundered and all my cords Are broken My children have gone from me and they Are no more There is no one to pitch my tent anymore Or set up my curtains For the Shepherds have become Dull-hearted and have not sought the Lord Therefore they shall not prosper and all Their flocks shall be scattered Behold the noise of the report has come And a great commotion out of the North Country To make the cities of Judah desolate
A den of jackals O Lord I know the way of man is not in himself It is not in man who walks to direct his Own steps Oh Lord correct me but with Justice not In your anger lest you bring me to Nothing Pour out your fury on the Gentiles who Do not know you and on the families who Do not call on your name For they have eaten up Jacob devoured Him and consumed him and made his Dwelling Place desolate