W oe unto him that saith to the wood, Awake; to the dumb stone, Arise, it shall teach! Behold, it is laid over with gold and silver, and there is no breath at all in the midst of it.
Ai daquele que diz à madeira: ‘Desperte!’ Ou à pedra sem vida: ‘Acorde!’ Poderá o ídolo dar orientação? Está coberto de ouro e prata, mas não respira.
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